He grabs the edge of the bedcover. The fabric slips from my hands as he tugs and throws it to the side. In my sleep, my nightgown has ridden up to my waist, leaving my lacy blue panties on full display. My breaths quicken as Alessandro’s eyes slowly travel up my body and stop at my mouth.
“Do you like Pietro?” he asks without removing his gaze from my lips.
“He was a friend of my father, and he was always nice to me.”
Alessandro’s eyes move up, meeting mine. “Let me rephrase the question. Do you want him to keep breathing?”
“Yes.”
“In that case, please don’t ask him to drive you home again.”
His eyes glide down again and rest between my legs.
I bite my lower lip and lean back in bed, sliding my hand into my panties. “Why do you care who drives me home?”
“I don’t,” he barks
