Page 207 of Falling for the Wife

The First Night…

“How do you propose I find my way home?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she pondered her dilemma.

I had the very best of intentions of getting her home, most definitely, but I also found myself saying, “What’s the hurry? The night is young. Maybe you should give Rome a chance to charm you.”

There was no mistaking that I was charmed at the thought of this delightful stranger, making me grin as if she were the best thing since Christmas. There was something about her that made me feel as though I were at ease, as if I were familiar with her already. I couldn’t shake it off and avoid exploring it. I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but being around her felt as if this were where I was supposed to be.

She gave me a thorough assessment through her black, sooty, long lashes, seeming doubtful, all the while openly giving me the signal that she was quite interested.

Biting her bottom lip, she teasingly cocked her head to the side. “Italian men …” She sighed with a large, bright, infectious grin. “You guys don’t ever let up. Is that what they call it around this part of the world:charm?” She gave a drawn out, husky laugh, making me hone in on her smooth delicate neck, whetting my newly revived appetite before I drew my attention back to her lovely face.

For a second, I was tempted to pay attention to the former senses, unleashing that hungry side of me, but I knew she wasn’t the kind who would appreciate such an aggressive display of potent virility. Instead of pursuing such lofty pleasures, I settled on being the cheery guide who would appreciate her beauty from an arm’s length. The rest would surely come later. I could play host and slowly lure her into my arms. It was best that way.

Perhaps she needed to trust me before letting me explore her mind, body, and soul. A decent man such as myself should always respect a woman who wasn’t easily swayed by easy flirtation, physical attributes, and one’s monetary worth. After all, even though she didn’t know who I was, even an untrained eye could make that assumption based off my clothing and the watch I wore.

Matching her glorious, jovial mood, I tried to dampen my flirty behavior, unwilling to give much away, not just yet. “We can call it whatever you want, cara mia, as long as I get to have you all to myself … in all ways other than the physical aspect … unless you wish it otherwise. Then I’d be only too happy to oblige such indecent requests.” The statement was delivered in my most serious yet flirty manner, evoking such a beguiling look of temptation and contemplation as she gazed at me with pure wonderment.

She took my breath away, and I couldn’t look away. I was drawn to her in ways my soul related to. I wasn’t Luca di Medici any longer, but a mere man bound to this mere being, spellbound and positively riveted to no end.

“If I do say … let ‘Rome charm me,’ I just want to make things clear that there won’t be any ‘charming’ done by you. And what I mean by that is”—she nervously waved her hand at me—“you can’t be doing this sort of thing. And stop looking at me like that. It’s not letting me fucking think straight, and that really makes me nervous.”

She was stammering, and I was beyond enchanted by her vocal protestations. I was sure she knew what I had in mind; it wouldn’t be difficult to guess. My eyes were revealing when I wanted to conquer and devour something. And at this very moment, I undoubtedly coveted this luscious angel with a sinful body to match.

Everything she did made me want her all the more. How could this be possible? It hadn’t even been an hour, and look at me, hypnotized to no end. It was a new drug I couldn’t get enough of. Whatever this attraction I had with her, I could only hope it would gradually ebb away once I’d had her writhing underneath me.

Sex was the cure—it always was. I highly doubted this instance was any different. The equation wasn’t the usual kind I was used to, but it would total to the same result. I was confident of that.

“Very well, cara. Whatever makes you feel at ease, I’m at your command. I shall refrain myself from eyeing you as if you’re the thing I crave the most.”

She gasped, forming those delicious red lips of hers in a perfect O, which didn’t help where my wicked cock was concerned.

“Fuck, there’s no way I can tame you, I guess. So I won’t even try. As long as you promise to keep your distance, we’re good.”

“Sicuramente.” (Most definitely.)

I hoped she realized there were a lot of ways a man could ensnare women without having to touch. With just enough careful application of the art of seduction, the eyes and the voice were all I needed to accomplish such an enchanting plight.

This night would definitely be interesting, and I couldn’t wait to see how it would temporarily conclude. If successful, I would adamantly suggest more of such pleasurable manifestations to transpire.

Seeming rather unsure of herself, she made a face that caused my blood to happily thrum, quaking my heart just a tad.

“So how do you suppose we go about this?” she asked timidly.

Considering her a moment while my brain rapidly devised a plan, I thought of the best way to achieve wooing and seducing her.

“We’re close to the Piazza di Spagna. I suggest we start your Roman tour from there … on foot.” I emphasized the last bit in case she was expecting a ride about town whilst sightseeing. For some reason, I didn’t want her to see my prized car. I didn’t want her to be dazzled by the material things, but simply impressed by me—just the man, not the name, not the wealth nor the fame and recognition that came with it.

“Lead the way, signore,” she said in a teasing manner with her eyes sparkling brightly at me.

For a moment, I was speechless as I gazed down upon her, basking in the rarity of her easygoing personality, her cute mannerisms, and her beauty.

When she asked me something I didn’t hear her, too enthralled by her.

“Scusi, can you repeat what you said?” Leaning over a little towards her, I gestured forwards so we could begin our leisurely trek along the cobblestones leading towards our first destination.

She smirked, evidently enjoying my company. “Have you seen that movie calledSpartacus?”

Striding alongside her, I peeked at her with a frowning expression. “No, I have not.”