Francesca
I turned my eyes toward the door, hoping someone would come in and save me. Where was Giulio or Zia? This man was a tyrant, and everyone let him get away with it.
—I'm losing my patience, Francesca.
I swallowed hard, but forced myself forward. What was the big deal? I could sit on his lap for a few minutes. We'd been more intimate last night, so where was the harm in that?
I slid sideways onto his lap, his hard thighs beneath my legs. He was warm and smelled like expensive cologne or aftershave, the kind that could hypnotize you if you got too close. My entire body was aware of where he touched me, as if he were a magnet for my blood cells.
Instead of letting me sit sideways, he quickly repositioned me from back to front, swinging my legs over the outside of his
