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“They preferred I wear modest clothes.”
Mrs. Accardi grabs a book, and when she comes to take a seat, Mrs. Falco says, “It sounds like you didn’t have a happy childhood. I’m beginning to understand why you didn’t want to call your family to let them know you arrived safely.”
“I don’t come from a loving home,” I admit.
My eyes drift over her beautiful face, and for a moment, I wonder whether she’s always been blind.
Clearing my throat, I add, “I just want you to know I’m enjoying my stay here.”
“That makes me happy,” Mrs. Falco murmurs before lifting an eyebrow in Mrs. Accardi’s direction. “Which book have you chosen? Read us the blurb.”
Mrs. Accardi’s mouth curves into a smile, then suddenly, she holds the book out to me. “I’ve been reading for years. It would be nice just to listen.”
“Oh.” Taking the book from her, nerves begin to spin in my stomach as my eyes dart over the words on the back cover.
I clear my throat, and lifting my chin, I begin to read, “Readers should brace themselves for an epic tale of love and found family. Caution: This erotic bestseller should be read with the AC on.”
Erotic?
Feeling hesitant, I start with chapter one but soon get lost in the story.
When I reach chapter two, laughter bursts from me. “Uhm, so there are curse words in this book. Do I read them?”
Mrs. Accardi chuckles before answering, “You read every word, cara. Don’t leave out anything, or it will take away from the story.”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and as I continue reading, my eyes grow wide as saucers. “Staring at Josephine’s curvacious … ahhh,” I glance at Mrs. Falco and Mrs. Accardi, who are both waiting with bated breath, “curvacious ass, I can already tell she’ll be a good … Dio.”
My eyes jump over the page, and with every filthy word, they grow wider. “Oh wow,” I whisper, then I read the part where the hero fantasizes about plunging into her wet core. “Holy crap.”
Mrs. Falco lets out a burst of laughter, then says, “Put the poor girl out of her misery, Greta. Choose something tamer for her to begin with.”
Mrs. Accardi chuckles as she retrieves another book from the shelf. “This one only has a three-chili pepper rating.”
“What’s a chili pepper rating?” I ask as I take the book from her.
“There are no more than four or five spicy scenes, and they aren’t too hot.”
Caro Dio.
I begin to read, and when I reach chapter three, and there is only a curse word here and there, I relax. The plot gets better and better, and I keep reading.
When I reach a scene where the main female character is betrayed by her best friend, I mutter, “What an awful friend.”
“I think we should have some tea. You must be thirsty from all the reading,” Mrs. Falco says.
“I’ll prepare the tea,” I offer as I set the book down on a side table.
When I get up from the armchair, Mrs. Accardi waves a hand in the air.
“We’ll join you in the kitchen. I want to see if there are any of those chocolate cookies left that Martha baked.”
I wait for Mrs. Falco and Mrs. Accardi to walk and follow them to the kitchen.
After I pour water into a kettle, I search through the cupboards until I find the teacups.
“Found them,” Mrs. Accardi exclaims, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see her place a cookie in Mrs. Falco’s hand then she comes to offer me one.
“Thank you,” I murmur before taking a bite.
