Page 58 of Valentino

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I watch the dots bounce as they reply.

Carlo is at his main house, right here in Milan.

Fuck yeah.

I reply.

Meet at the office in an hour.

Tonight, we take him.

I put my phone down and glance over to Anna, she’s lying on the couch beside me in pajamas like fucking Aphrodite herself.

“I’m going out tonight.” I stand.

“What?” Her face falls as she sits up. “Where to?”

The shape of her round and full breasts taunt me from beneath her shirt. “I….” My eyebrows flick up.

Focus.

“I have to work.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” she snaps.

“What?” I frown.

“I’m not stupid, Val, I know you’re going to see your girlfriend.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” I walk into my bedroom and go to the wardrobe to find a different change of clothes.

“So it’s just casual then?”

I glance up to see her leaning on the doorjamb watching me.

“What does it matter?” I grab a T-shirt and throw it on the bed, I grab the back of my T-shirt and pull it over my head.

Her eyes linger on my bare chest and drop down to my stomach before she snaps them back up to my face.

I raise an eyebrow in question.

“You’re in good shape.” She shrugs. “You must work out a lot.”

Satisfaction runs through me.

“I do.” I undo the zip on my pants and she keeps standing there, fuck it. Her problem not mine. I slide them off and glance up to see her eyes roaming over my quad muscles before settling on my crotch.

“Do you mind?”

“Oh.” She shakes her head, embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t even register what you were doing.”

Obviously.

I turn so that my back is to her, pull on some black jeans and zip them up.

“What time will you be back?” she asks.