Alex turns back to me. “I must take this call. Just think about it, Katherine. We’ll talk about it more later, okay?” He leans in to kiss me, a light peck on the lips, turning his attention to the call.
I nod in response, leaving him to get back to work. I walk back to my own office, feeling slightly dazed. Not that Alex asking me to take an extended holiday with him was a bad thing. It was a very tempting offer. I just wondered if it was the right thing to do, right now.
Just think about it, Katherine. Alex’s words played over in my mind. He certainly has given me something to think about.
You should go with him, I thought, returning to my desk. You know you want to.
Of course I wanted to go. What woman wouldn’t want to? The idea of Alex whisking me away to his romantic countryside estate for a couple of months most definitely made my heart skip a beat. And my pussy tingle with desire.
We would wrap up the Cosmo Hotel, celebrate its opening, and I would take off with Alex, I decided. No second thoughts, no questioning, nothing, I told myself firmly.
Besides, deep down, I knew I couldn’t say no to Alex. What was happening between us was too good to say no to.
Chapter 31
Nick sat on his tattered brown couch, the only piece of furniture in his flat. The couch served multiple functions – Nick used it to sit on, sleep in, sat on it while he ate. He liked having no material possessions around him – it made him feel free, unburdened. Uncluttered space meant an uncluttered mind.
He watched a cockroach crawl across the floor, then disappear into a crack in the corner of the room. Nick got up and turned all the lights off, closed the blinds. He needed to rest. Nick had returned from Paris only hours before, even though it seemed liked a lifetime ago.
He sat back down and laid his head back, rubbed his tired eyes. Images of Nicole flitted through his mind, like scenes from a movie reel. Nick pushed the images out of his mind. Nicole was of the past now.
Nick had other priorities. Things to do. Other people to handle. Like Sergio Rossi.
He had spoken to Sergio briefly, before he left for Paris. Nick knew that he was now in London. Nick didn’t ask Sergio where he was staying, for fear that might alarm Sergio. So, instead, Nick did an internet search of the top three most expensive, lavish hotels in London. He then hacked into each hotel’s computer database, searching for Sergio’s name. Nick found Sergio listed in the current resident database of the second hotel he hacked into, the Bulgari Hotel.
Of course, Nick thought, shaking his head. Only the best. One thing you could count on with Sergio was that he was predictable.
Chapter 32
The massage therapist’s hands glide over Caprice’s thigh, then down to her calf and back up.
“That feels wonderful,” Caprice murmurs appreciatively in her Italian accent, half asleep.
This is exactly what she needed – a relaxing massage after a long day of traveling. Sergio had finally finished his business calls, and then promptly stated he was exhausted and needed to rest. He collapsed into the hotel bed, and was asleep within five minutes, snoring loudly.
Caprice decided to partake of the hotel’s spa amenities, scheduling an hour long massage, followed by a manicure and pedicure. She considered throwing in a facial, but thought it would take too much time – she and Sergio had reservations at B’jou, an upscale French restaurant, later that evening – and Caprice hated being rushed.
Caprice rolls over onto her stomach, the massage therapist expertly kneading the knots out of her neck and shoulders. She saw her own masseuse in Naples weekly, but since she was in London with nothing else to do, she thought she would treat herself.
She relaxed into the massage table, letting her mind drift. One more day in London, then they would be returning to Naples. Hopefully, Sergio would take care of business quickly. She looked forward to returning h
ome, ready to move full-steam ahead on her acting career. Caprice just knew Maxie would take her on as a client. Maxie would be crazy not to, Caprice thought confidently. She had it all – beauty, brains, and the most gorgeous breasts ever.
Caprice awoke the following morning with a start. She rolled over to find Sergio’s side of the bed empty. She sat quietly for a few moments, and then heard Sergio’s voice in the next room.
Caprice rose from the bed, nude, and strolled to the living room of the suite. There, she found Sergio sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a terrycloth robe, talking rapidly on his cell, alternating between Italian and English. Mario, his second-in-command, had called to inform Sergio there was a problem at Bellisimo’s. Apparently, the place had been busted last night for prostitution by undercover cops.
“Shit,” Sergio grumbled. This was the last thing he needed right now. “Make a call to Stefano. He’ll take care of it.” Stefano Giamvalli was the deputy chief of police in Naples, and on the Mafia payroll. Sergio knew Stefano would make this go away – for a price, of course. Sergio would pay him off, and Bellisimo’s would be back in business.
He glances up at Caprice, her fabulous body a welcome distraction. Caprice walks casually over to Sergio, kisses him lightly on the cheek. Sergio reaches around, gives her a good morning pat on the ass. Caprice smiles, making her way to the bathroom. He watches Caprice as she walks past him, trying to refocus his attention back to his conversation.
“Take care of it, Mario,” and with that Sergio hangs up, tossing his phone on the couch.
Sergio walks to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Caprice is already in the shower, the hot steam rising up to the ceiling. He opens the shower door and steps inside the massive shower.
Sergio stands behind Caprice as she washes her hair, wrapping his arms around her from behind, massaging her luscious breasts.
“Mmm…….bell’umo,” Caprice murmurs, her huge nipples becoming hard and erect under Sergio’s hands.