“Grrr,” Bianca's phone buzzed loudly on the floor, breaking the quiet of the early morning. She groaned, her eyes were still heavy with sleep, and yet slowly she opened them. The morning sunlight was entering the penthouse bedroom through the window and displayed how neat and arranged the room was. The air was thick with the scent of rich perfume.
She stretched lazily, her hand reaching out to grab the phone. But before she could, Luca leaned over and picked it up for her. He scanned her curiously as he handed her the phone. “Good morning, Mi belle assassina.” He said with a concealed smile on his face and in a sultry voice.
Bianca took the phone from him and slowly responded, “Good morning.” Her response was forced like she would rather not greet him back, but in truth, she was just sur
