Chapter 7

“Did you enjoy your trip?” I flutter my lashes with a slight subtle bite of my lip, and I catch the smirk subtly cross his face as it deepens the hint of dimples that only adds to that unearthly gorgeousness he has going on. He effortlessly relaxes against the wall and seems amused at my full-on signals. Leaning against me, his warmth heats my naked arm in my capped-sleeved dress. He’s unusually warm-blooded even through a suit jacket, and I can only hope it means he’s hot-blooded in the sack. Italians usually are. He’s picking up on signals, and I think he might be an easy win. Quick, clever, and well-trained in recognising come-ons. He seems game anyway, and he’s not so different to mere mortals, even if he is a formidable player.

“Miss Walters?” He eyes me sideways with more of a smirk than a smile and shakes his head lightly, almost a little cutely for someone like him. I hold my breath as he leans achingly close to me, shoulder to shoulder, dipping that enormous height to