“Sorry, Pete.” I laughed. It wasn’t the first time I’d mauled Luca in front of him, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“No problem at all. Would you like me to raise the partition?”
“That won’t be necessary. We’ll be home soon.” Luca adjusted his pants.
“How’s Maria?” I asked, trying to take my mind off Luca and what his slacks were hiding.
Pete smiled at me in the rearview mirror. “Great. She’s planning a trip for us to Paris for when you two are on your honeymoon.”
“That’s amazing.”
“I’ll give you a list of the best places to eat,” Luca said, pulling out his phone to make a note.
“Thanks, Boss.”
When we pulled up to the house, Luca told Pete to be back at ten.
“How many days will you be in Chicago?”
Luca sighed as he shrugged off his jacket. “Hopefully, just two, but knowing Marco, we’ll be there until Sunday.”
“I thought you were in charge.” I smirked as I shoved my shoes under the coat rack. Luca reached for me, but I took off toward the kitchen. I stopped with the island between us. “What’d I say?” I asked innocently.
He loomed over the counter, his palms flat on the butcher block. “You have five seconds.”
“To what?” I pressed myself against the edge, putting myself almost within reach of his ridiculous arm span.
“To get out of my kitchen so I can make dinner.”
My shoulders slumped, and I shuffled away. “Okay.”
“Quit your pouting.”
“I’m not pouting.”
“You are, but it’s cute. Now go get out of those clothes, and I’ll have dinner ready in thirty.”
An idea popped into my head as I hurried upstairs.
Purple lingerie.
I got gussied up, choosing my highest fuck me heels, and slid on my short silk robe.
“Luca?”
He wasn’t in the dining room or the kitchen.
“Luca?” I found him at his desk, scowling. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but I need to leave immediately.” He typed furiously on his laptop.
The front door opened, and Pete rushed in, followed by Frankie. I tightened my robe around me, suddenly regretting my dinner attire.
“Your bag is in the car.” When Pete finally looked my way, his eyes widened, and he coughed. With pink cheeks, he dipped his chin and spun around, leaving the way he came.
“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for me.” Frankie winked at me, not at all phased by my little outfit.
I stuck my tongue out and turned back to Luca, who was finally looking at me—well, glowering at me.