Giovanni Moretti
The orchestra struck up a slow, sensual tango. As I pulled Alessia close, I couldn't help but wonder: was this all part of her strategy? Or was there something more?
The room seemed to fade away as we moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. I was acutely aware of every point where we touched, my hand on her waist, her fingers intertwined with mine, the brush of her thigh against my leg.
"You continue to surprise me, Alessia," I murmured, guiding her through a turn. "I wonder what other secrets you're hiding."
She laughed softly, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through me. "A woman must have some mysteries, Giovanni. Otherwise, where's the fun?"
I chuckled, my breath stirring the wisps of hair that had escaped her elegant updo. The scent of her perfume, jas
