Page 69 of Alessio

“She’s up.”

Corrado glanced to the side, and sure enough, found Ginevra standing in the kitchen’s entryway watching them. He’d sensed her presence from damn near the moment she came to stand there, even though she hadn’t made a single noise the entire time. She hadn’t been there long enough to overhear the phone conversation with Andino, but she had been watching Corrado and Alessio interact together for quite a while.

Alessio looked her way, too.

Ginevra’s cheeks heated as her stare drifted between the two. He didn’t find shame there … at least, not to say she might be embarrassed despite her blush. A bright curiosity blazed in her eyes, and he bet she didn’t have the first clue what to do with that at all. And then she turned to dart out of the entryway, leaving air and shadows in her wake. Corrado let out a hard breath, a heaviness climbing up his spine.

Her reaction was all he needed.

The door had been open.

He bet she knew what happened the night before and had a front-row seat for at least some of it.

Alessio dropped the spatula to the counter. “Let me go talk to her, yeah?”

That … wasn’t a bad idea.

“You should.”

Alessio sidestepped Corrado to leave the stove. “All right. Keep the food hot.”

“Sure. And, Les?”

“Hmm?”

Corrado shrugged one shoulder. “Be easy. You’re a bit overwhelming at first, but especially like that.”

A sinful smirk curved Alessio’s lips in the most wicked way. “You don’t know that’s what—”

“Be easy.” Corrado pulled open a drawer on the island, and in a flash, tossed an item to Alessio that he caught without hesitation. He stuffed the foil packet into his back pocket. Alessio didn’t know whether he was offended or aroused that Corrado was sure enough about what would happen between him and Ginevra that he pulled out a condom from one of their many stashes, or if it should irk him. “A just in case, yeah?”

“Right.”

“Ginevra.”

Oh, God.

Alessio’s voice calling out behind Ginevra had her wishing she could crawl into a hole and disappear. She thought, surely, she could act like nothing had happened the night before. Like she hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night to the sounds of two men fucking. Like she hadn’t been able to tip her head up and see everything happening across the hall because Corrado slept with a goddamn lamp on.

Not that it bothered her.

That was a lie.

It bothered her.

But in strange ways she hadn’t expected. For one, because a part of her wanted to join them. For two, because she was out of her league here with these men, and their brand of love. Not only had she found that she couldn’t look away the night before, a part of her hadn’t wanted to, either.

That wasn’t her moment.

They weren’t fucking her.

She had no business watching them together, and yet, she hadn’t been able to stop, either. Somehow, she’d went back to sleep … but not until they finished. And not without an ache between her thighs she was sure wouldn’t ever be satisfied.

“Ginevra!”

A few more steps that’s all.

Then, she could tuck herself away in the bedroom, close the door, and pretend like this hadn’t happened at all. She wasn’t ready for what was happening here if she couldn’t stare those two men in the face the next morning without reliving every single detail of the show she got the night before.