Undressed: 1 (The Manhattanites) by Aster Avery

Author:Aster, Avery [Aster, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781419940736
Published: 2013-02-15T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Deconstructing Massimo, Snip Snip

“Argh, can’t you join us in the showroom?” Lex asked Massimo, as he turned the bright yellow Lamborghini Aventador up to Girasoli’s headquarters. I want to spend more time with you.

Despite the unapologetic supercar’s V12 engine, Lex noticed his driving in the city seemed less ostentatious and hasty, but heads turned as he maneuvered down the brick side streets. Milan’s fashion district occupants knew his signature roadster collection. People on the curb kept pointing and trying to look through its tinted windows.

“Luigi requested a last minute meeting with me at the mansion. But would not say what about,” Massimo replied and gave Lex a puzzled look with a shoulder shrug.

“Spend the morning with us,” she insisted.

“You two ladies need to do your design thing,” he replied. “I will get in your way. Besides, I will want to take you into my office, make love to you over the fabrics, over my desk, over my lap. I would be a distraction.”

Love? She bit down on her lower lip, the sharp pain bringing her back to reality. “Please don’t use the ‘L’ word with me in such a context. You mean you want to have sex with me.” He made it pretty clear he didn’t give love—ever. Or had his feelings changing?

“I will not become your fuck buddy. I do not care for casual terms. Lex—you are more special. Tonight when we have more time we will discuss us.” Massimo shifted the racer into park and hit the parking break.

“Us? Must you put a term or label or what the heck ever on this?” Lex didn’t want to. “You spoke your piece last night. I’m not one to pressure people.” She attempted to deliver her response with a straight face.

Massimo chuckled. “Pressure”—he removed both hands from the wheel and confirmed in air quotes—“is your middle name.”

Annoyed, she grabbed the door handle and realized she didn’t have a clue how to open the hairy chest pounding contraption. This car, like his jet and his home, was a toy and didn’t seem lady friendly. “Please open the car. I don’t pressure people.” I just get what I want.

He reached across her lap to push the door open then stopped. Massimo placed his hand on her inner thigh. “I will be back tonight to pick you up. We have the Milano Art Show. The evento is the city’s largest celebrazione. It is an epilogue to last night’s Fashion Ball. Call my cell if you have any problems.” He handed her a paper with his number on it from his chest pocket. “I wrote the password to get into the building on the back.”

“Thank you.” She grabbed the note and slipped it into her purse. Pulling out her Easton card, she handed it to him. “Here’s my cell number. If you get held up in meetings, call me. Tell Luigi I said hello.”

“Di niente.” His hands slid between her legs edging to nip at her skin. “I do not care for jeans. I cannot touch your—” He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.

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