Chapter 6
On our fourth day at Mario’s house, I managed to get her alone during the siesta hour.
The grin she wears holds a bit of mischief as if she knows I’ve maneuvered her here. I don’t care because I am more occupied with wondering how fast I can replace her expression with one of desire.
The more I learn about her, the more I like.
There is clearly something nagging her, but she has been warming toward me.
Part of the traditional seduction of the dating game is what makes the woman tick. Now I need to wiggle a little more information out of her so I can set up a perfect date. “Do you like going to movies? Concerts?”
“I haven’t been to a concert since I was out of the convent,” she says in such a wistful voice. The sweet and sexy Fleur in a convent seems completely wrong. I deci
