There are a lot of men around, and Bianca looks especially desirable in that dress today. And with nothing underneath.
I grab her chair and pull it closer to me. “Baby,”—I bend to whisper in her ear—“come sit on my lap.”
Bianca
I look up at Mikhail, raise an eyebrow, then get up and stand between his legs. He taps his left thigh, and looks at me pointedly like he is daring me. Mikhail never does anything without a reason, and I’m curious what he has in mind, so I turn and sit down on his leg.
“Quite a crowd. Your nonna is popular,” he says.
His hand finds the slit of my dress, and the next second, there is a touch of a finger on my knee, then it slowly travels higher over the inner side of my thigh. It lingers there for a moment, then starts going up. He’s crazy. I blink and turn
