Ginevra
My body goes into fight or flight mode as panic flows through me. Ruggerio, on the other hand, stands in front of me with an evil smile, putting the sole evidence of our dirty little secret back into his shirt.
Here he is, standing right before me, the man of my indecent and forbidden dreams. Gloating about the worst possible way he could expose my little secret definitely.
“Am I allowed to call you by your first name now, your ladyship?” Ruggerio’s smoky voice rolls off him nonchalantly and he doesn’t even make an effort to keep it down.
I click my tongue trying to deceive him about how much it actually means to me. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
“Does it?” I can hear that his cocky grin is still very present in his voice, but I play it cool.
Or at least I do my best to do so
