On Rosa's way home, the anger she had felt in the boutique completely melted away, replaced by a thrilling, nervous anticipation. She kept thinking about the secret purchase she had slipped past Isabella—a breathtaking, sheer wine-colored lingerie set. She kept thinking of how Giovanni would look at her in it, and how he was going to f**k the hell out of her the moment he saw it.
The illicit, heated thought kept her happy and flushed, completely distracting her until a sudden, intense wave of urgency hit her. She needed to pee, and the estate was still too far away. Shifting uncomfortably in the leather seat of the black car, she told the driver, one of her bodyguards, that she couldn't hold it and needed to pee immediately.
Safety regulations dictated they should wait, but seeing her di
