Faust
"Wait," I snapped as she started toward the pool area.
Hand flying to her chest, she turned to face me. "You scared the s**t out of me."
That foul mouth. Most Italian women didn't swear like women from other countries, and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I stopped in my tracks, keeping to the shadows, where no one outside would be able to see us. "Come here."
She glanced over her shoulder. "Why?"
—Because I said so, monella.
—I don't think we should be alone here.
Interesting answer. Was she worried about hurting Giulio? I doubted it. "Don't make me repeat myself."
She bit her lip, and I could almost see her brain working on it. Despite her hesitation, her n*****s tightened again, betraying her. While most women would feel fear, Francesca was different.
