In fact, he was now a serial seducer who had saved the life of a young girl, in spite of himself.
He saw Federica at the cooks’ counter and followed her with his eyes until she was seated at a solitary table.
He took the opportunity that he was not being observed, at least by Federica, to recall a little about her.
She was alone, but she seemed strong and determined.
She had a way with words that was certain, but at the same time she hid a considerable fragility.
And above all she was beautiful.
That same afternoon he’d had a vaguely erotic dream about a girl whose face he had not been able to see, but when she called him by name he had clearly recognized her voice.
Involuntarily he remembered the sensation of her skin against his own and blushed, staring at a spot on the flo
