CHAPTER 18
A STRANGE MEETING
Elena dusted around the shop, her mind focused on Francesco and the way he’d looked at her at the disco a few nights ago. Was it her imagination, or did he really have an interest in her romantically?
She cast her mind back to the way his eyes continually flicked back and forth towards her, the way his smiling eyes lit up his face, and how he fixed his gaze on her. The way he pulled up his sleeves to show his tanned and taut muscles, causing her to lose all breath. The way he spoke her name and how his dimples lined his cheeks.
When Elena had caught him staring, he’d suddenly turned back to his friends. He was trying desperately to fight her off, but why? Why didn’t he make a move when she was free and available? It wasn’t like her father was around and Fra
