Getting to my feet, I had just left my room when Donatella walked in carrying several bags.
“Give me five minutes and I will be ready.”
“We’re not going.”
That stopped her in her tracks.
“Excuse me?”
“This was a mistake. We need to head back to Chicago and let Gio handle this.”
“No.” She sternly said, heading for her room, shutting the door behind her. I followed and didn’t bother knocking as I walked in. I watched as she laid a pretty black dress across the bed, then moved to another bag and removed a shoe box.
“Donatella, we are not going.”
“You can do whatever you want Lorenzo but I am going. That man has information about my family and I want it.”
“It’s too dangerous. Besides, how are you going to even get into the party? You were not invited.”
“They are called boobs, Lorenzo.”
“You are not showing your chest to anyone!”
She rolled her eyes at me as she began to disrobe. I tried to keep myself together and not react to what she was showing me. But holy fuck, did she have a smoking hot body.
A body built for sin and sex.
She ignored me as she slipped into the pretty black dress and then put on a pair of Manalo Blancs. Then before I could utter a word, she removed the clip that was holding up her unruly hair, bent over, shook her head and then flipped her hair back.
I damn near had a heart attack.
Holy mother of God.
Her in that dress, in those heels, her unruly long curly hair flowing all around her, she looked like some fucking Hollywood starlet ready for a night out on the town.
She was fucking mouthwatering. Every man here to the moon would kill to get near her and she was standing before me. When she licked her lips and pinched her cheeks, that was it. I lost it.
“You are not going out dressed like that.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? I thought the dress looked nice.”
“You look like sex personified.”
She smiled, then reached into a smaller bag and pulled out a small clutch. “Good. That was what I was going for.”
“Nope. Not happening. Put your overalls back on and stick that hair back on the top of your head because you are not leaving this suite.”
“You can’t stop me, Lorenzo. Like I said before. I am going. With or without you.” She said, walking past me, heading for the suite's front door. Rushing past her, I leaned against the door, shaking my head. “You can’t leave. This was a mistake. I will own it. I will take the blame. Please, just go change. I will order you whatever you want for dinner. We can stay in and watch a movie. My treat.”
“Move Lorenzo.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Move. Or I will move you myself.”
And this was when my stupidity took hold. I rolled my eyes and laughed at her. “I am literally twice your size. What are you going to do? Stomp your foot and throw a tantrum.”
Her eyes narrowed as she said, “I’m sorry, but this will hurt.”