“I thought I’d give you a hand.”
I yank hard, pulling the towel from his grasp and wrap it around me.
“When I want a hand, I’ll ask for it,” I snap. “Why are you still in here?”
Has the man no understanding of privacy?
“We need to talk,” Dante says. He takes a step back but stands in the doorway, his arms above his head as he leans on the molding.
He irritates me. I reach for the bathroom door to slam it shut.
Dante’s eyes flinch, but he stops the door from closing on him.
“Moreno!” he shouts.
“What? Do you need to invite your entire crew up here to see me in the shower?”
“Technically, you’re getting dressed,” Dante says. His demeanor is cool and calm, collected.
It’s not the least bit like how I’m feeling. He’s gotten me into a frenzy, knocking me up and now this, invading my personal space.
“I’m not dressing with you staring at me,” I bite back. There’s no way Dante is getting another opportunity to gape at me naked. Not if I can help it.
I keep the mint towel positioned tight around me. One hand clutches the material while I attempt to fend off Dante with the other.
“Out!” I command.
My orders do little good.
Dante cracks a sideways grin. His gaze is filled with amusement and a spark of something that I don’t recognize. Is it mirth?
He blocks me from leaving the bathroom, and even if I wanted to dress, any clothes that are tucked inside the dresser drawers are behind him.
Is this some type of game to him?
There’s a firm, resounding knock at the bedroom door.
“Come in,” Dante says.
“Seriously? Have you no regard for anyone else’s feelings?” I ask.
I pull the towel tight. Not that Dante can see anything, but now with another member of the Ricci family inside my bedroom, I’m even more vulnerable and exposed.
“Sir,” Moreno says and clears his throat.
Dante takes a step back from the doorframe that he’s been blocking. “I want the pins removed and this door taken down.”
“What?” I gasp. He has to be crazy.
“My wife thinks she can give me orders,” Dante says with a dark laugh. “It’s time she learns what it means to be married to a don.”
Wife?
Married?
“You’re insane,” I say. “There’s no way that I’d ever marry a monster.”