*Camilla*
“Do you have to go ?” I mumble, as I lay snuggled on top of Adriano. We are on the couch and have been watching tv. He is going out to some club with that bastard Domenico and the other meatheads from the main house.
“Sadly I do”. I let my fingers slowly draw patterns on her back through the thin fabric of her top. “The boss has ordered me too, he is scared his son will get in trouble without me there”.
I lift my head and look at his face. “What about you ? Will you get in trouble ?”
“I never get in trouble”. He gives me a small grin.
“Somehow I do not believe that”. I mumble. “I know what men do when they get together … especially rich men”.
When I look down, his fingers catch my chin and lift my face to look at him. “Are you jealous Camilla ?”
“No … just, realistic”. I m
