“What?”
“Nah, nothing.” She waved a hand.
“No what?” Now I had to know.
“It’s nothing. Really. It would be inappropriate to ask.”
I sat forward. “Now you have to tell me.”
She set her wine glass down. “I really need to stop drinking.”
“It’s one glass. What is your question?”
“It’s not my question per se. It’s really none of my business.”
I narrowed my eyes waiting for her to continue.
She blew out a breath. “It was Andi who wondered.”
“Wondered what?” I was starting to get annoyed.
“Just…you know…how long it had been.”
My jaw tightened. “Been since what?”
Kellie rolled her eyes. “You know.”
It took a minute but then it came to me. “You and my grandmother’s assistant have pondered when I’ve gotten laid?”
She swallowed like she was eating something distasteful. “Andi, not me.”
Fucking A. The worst part about this revelation was that it had been a long time and for some reason that made me feel pathetic. Then I remembered jerking off in the shower to images of Kellie. Did that count? What would Kellie do if I admitted that? Of course, I wouldn’t because that was inappropriate.
There was a knock on the door.
“Oh, thank God,” she said, jumping up and rushing to it.
I followed her to the main living area to find the bar. I definitely needed something stronger to drink.
“I’ll just go put the suit on,” Kellie said, taking the bags from the shopper. I nodded and reached into my pocket to pull out some money.
“Mr. LaMont has taken care of this,” the poised Italian woman said.
“I need to at least tip you,” I said, handing her several large bills. After sending her away, I took my items from the bags, and brought them to the room I was using. Then I went back to the bar and poured another drink as I waited for Kellie. She emerged from the bedroom wearing a large fluffy robe. The image of her in a towel the other night came back to me. I considered confiscating the robes at our future stops.
“Ready?” she asked.
“I’ll follow you.”
She frowned. “You’re not going to swim?”
“Not this time. But I’ll enjoy the terrace with you.”
She gave me a suit-yourself shrug and headed up to the terrace. I took a seat in a lounge chair deciding that maybe I did need to enjoy life more. I had a great glass of scotch, a fantastic view of Rome, and…holy shit… Kellie dropped the robe and stepped onto the top step of the pool.
I’d thought seeing her in a towel had nearly stopped my heart, but her in a bikini, I’d be surprised if I hadn’t instantly come in my pants. The lovely bright green top held two perfectly sized round tits. The minute her feet went into the water, her nipples distended, and my mouth watered to suck them.
Her skin looked soft and smooth. Her waist tapered in, and then lush curves fanned out. I could see myself gripping her hips as I pounded inside her. I shifted in my seat as my dick made me uncomfortable. I hoped to hell she couldn’t see him, because he had to be practically coming out of my waistband.