Bianca sat on the sofa. She wore a skimpy short and one of Luca’s shirts she had taken from his closet, her bare legs were tucked under her as she tapped away on the screens of her mobile phone.
Luca sat directly across from her, his face showed how exhausted he must have been from the activities of the day, yet he sat there and admired her with what seemed like pride. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he turned from side to side on the rotating chair he sat on. His tie was loose and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, a rare display of ease from Luca. A half-finished chess game sat on the beautiful wooden furniture between them, Bianca’s king trapped in a cunning gambit Luca had used.
“You're cheating,” Bianca said as she untucked her right foot and slightly nudged his left kn
