“So what is he even feeling?” Arianna asked, though the words sounded more like a frustrated admission than a real question. She slumped back against the couch, exhaling sharply. “That man sleeps with a different tramp every night. He feels nothing for me. What happened today was just… I don’t know… lust? And any girl with a decent body could inspire that.”
Ilaria leaned forward, her eyes narrowing with a knowing look. A slow smile crept across her lips.
“What?” Arianna asked warily. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You have a good set of t**s,” Ilaria said matter-of-factly.
Arianna blinked at her, completely caught off guard. “I… what? I don’t understand.”
Ilaria chuckled softly and shook her head. “Why do you think the mafia is so determined to keep women out of their world?
