I found exactly what I was looking for and started to strip down.
“Okay.” I had checked each pot and was pleased everything was cooking just right. Flipping the hand towel over my shoulder, I sliced the homemade bread Donte had made me this morning and drizzled a little olive oil over top then set it on the dinner table in the next room. I dimmed the lights and lit the candles, thinking how nice the table looked.
I dropped the lighter, and it rolled under a stool. I bent and retrieved the little contraption, and just as I was about to stand, a pair of sexy heels appeared next to me. The air in my lungs stayed put as I dragged my gaze from her come-fuck-me heels, to her toned legs, to a very short black skirt that sat just below her ass. Still without a breath, I took in her stomach and her plump breasts that were barely tucked into her plunging neckline and then allowed my eyes to go to her gorgeous face. Slowly, I sucked in a deep breath as I stood. I kept my body inches from hers until I was towering over Sienna.
“Where were you?” I tried to play it cool, but my hands twitched with the need to touch her.
“Out.” She set her purse on the counter and broke eye contact with me.
“In that?”
“What smells so good?” She avoided my question and brushed by me to peek inside one of the pots. “I didn’t know you cooked.”
“Mama wouldn’t have had it any other way.”
“I love that woman.” She chuckled as she leaned over, and her breasts almost fell out of her top.
“It’ll be ready in just a few minutes.” I moved close to her and poured us a glass of wine. Her perfume attacked my defenses, and I gave in and inhaled her fresh scent. “Thirsty?” I whispered, trying to rein in the fact that I wanted to toss her perfect ass up onto the counter and devour every inch of this perfect woman.
“I am.” She took the glass from me and sipped, watching me. “How was your day?”
“Frustrating.”
“Sorry to hear that.” She played with her necklace.
“I heard what you brought to Papa today. That was a pretty big discovery.”
“I’m just glad I heard what I did before anything more could happen.”
I studied her face, wondering what the odds were that she would have overheard two big things, one after the other. “How was the rest of your day?”
She turned away and moved to look out the window. “It was interesting.”
“How so?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged, and I could tell something was bothering her.
The timer went off, so I filled our plates and motioned for her to move into the dining room.
“Filetto di maiale sott’olio,” I announced, filling her in on what I had made. “It’s one of my favorites.”
“It looks really good.” She tried a piece of the pork and moaned at the taste. “I’m impressed.”
“Happy to hear it,” I leaned back in my chair and started to eat. Although, ten minutes in, all I could hear was Nonna’s conversation playing like a loop inside my head. It didn’t help that she called just moments before Sienna arrived, asking me some questions. Ones I didn’t have the answers to.
“I found you a new driver.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, Abramo will be your new driver.”
“Who is that?”
“Nonna’sconsigliere.” She quickly turned to look at me and became still. “What? He’s been in the family since before me. He’s trustworthy, and he’d take a bullet for you. That’s what I want for you.”
“Why? Won’t she still be needing him?”
“She doesn’t go out often, if ever, and she said you two can work it out. It’ll be good. It will help you two get closer.”