“Holy s**t,” I breathe, staring at the man who could be a model on any runway in…well, anywhere. My eyes sweep over his broad shoulders, his chiseled face, his long hair that’s swept back behind his ears.
God, crap, but he could be on the cover of a damn romance novel.
Andre pulls me out of my daze by laughing at me, raising a hand to my chin and snapping my mouth shut. “Easy, Bambi,” he murmurs, and I scowl, blushing to be caught drooling over a guy like that.
“That’s him?” I ask looking anxiously between Andre and this mysterious member of the Marino family. “That’s who you want me to take special care of!?”
“Yup,” Andre says with a smirk, crossing his arms. “Romano picked you out special for the task. And Bambi, when he says he wants you to take care of him, he means…full service
