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A slow smile spreads across my face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Tomorrow evening sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” I can feel my stomach flutter by how Nico looks at me. He’s touched me in a way no one ever has before. There’s a closeness between us that wasn’t there before he pleasured me with his mouth and when he thought Enzo tried to hurt me. I hate that an innocent man had to be fired over my lie, but if it means Nico trusts me more, then that’s a good thing.
Too bad it also makes me feel insanely guilty.
“You look stressed,” I comment.
“I am. With the police looking at me and firing Enzo, it’s been a lot.”
“How about I give you a massage?” Beatrice’s words filter through my head—get him to fall in love with you. I don’t want her words in my head, and yet there they are.
“A massage would be great.”
I stand behind his chair and begin kneading the kinks out of his neck.
“You’re good at this,” he murmurs, leaning back into my touch.
“I would sometimes give neck massages to my dad. My mom used to give them to him, but after she died, I picked up the habit.”
“Isn’t that strange? Giving your father a massage?”
“It wasn’t sexual or anything. It was just me being helpful. I know he appreciated it. He carried a lot of tension in his neck after she passed.” My throat catches on the last word.
“You were close with your mom?”
“I was.”
“How did she die?”
My hands tense on his shoulders before I continue massaging them. “Breast cancer.”
“And how did your father die?”
By a bullet to the brain. Possibly done by you …
“Uh, a heart attack. He ate a lot of cheeseburgers.”
“Those things will kill you.”
“They will.”
Nico tilts his head back and smiles up at me. “If it makes you feel any better, I never eat cheeseburgers.”
I can’t help it—I smile back. “I’m glad.” Looking down into Nico’s handsome face, I know I’m in trouble. I can see myself falling in love with him, and that’s the last thing I can do.
But that still doesn’t stop me from going on a date with him.
Nico takes me somewhere surprising for our dinner date—a completely empty art museum. A large crystalize art sculpture isin a large room with a single table in it with two plates of food resting on top.
“I feel like I’m inThe Bachelor,” I admit after we take our seats.
“Never seen it.”
“Maybe you should. We could make it a weekly date night.”
Nico chuckles as he digs into his food. “We could. I know I’ve been busy lately. Well, ever since we met. I know our marriage isn’t conventional, but I do want to get to know you, Aurora. I don’t want you to be lonely.”
