Alessia Mancini
His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam flickering in their depths. "Is that a challenge, Alessia?" he asked, his fingers brushing against mine on the lounger. The touch was electric, sending sparks racing up my arm.
I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. Part of me wanted to pull away, to maintain the distance that safety demanded. But another part, a part I was only beginning to acknowledge, yearned to lean into his touch.
"Maybe," I breathed, surprising myself with my boldness. "Or maybe it's just a promise of an interesting evening."
Giovanni's lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Oh, I can assure you, cara mia," he murmured, "tonight will be very interesting indeed."
"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
Giovanni shrugged, his br
