“You smell good, kitten,” Leonardo murmured close to my ear. “Maybe you should shower here more often.”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Please, I’m perfectly happy with my own shampoo and conditioner.”
Leonardo chuckled, his breath warm against my ear. “I don’t know. There’s something…appealing about having you smell like me.”
I turned to face him, only to feel his rough fingers graze the hem of my skirt, their touch lingering against my thigh. The heat simmering in his eyes told me he noticed, too. “Nice skirt,” he said huskily, giving the hem a gentle tug. “Looks like my money was well spent.”
My heart pounded, and I felt the flush creep up my face. As Carlo and Enrico threw narrowed glances at Leonardo, I managed to step away, shooting him an exasperated glare that didn’t quite mask my
