Ginevra
Ruggerio re-surfaces from the room to the left with two glasses and a bottle of wine. Sitting next to me, I can already feel my body heat up at his vicinity.
You can’t be serious.
Like the nervous bundle I am, I could just make him a little compliment, but naturally, I go all-in telenovela-style.
Thinking of it, he didn’t even make me a compliment.
“Would you just make sure my body is found. It would break my father’s heart if that weren’t the case.”
He stops, looking at me confused before he cracks up, removing the cork with a plop.
“Dear God, relax. I have other sites where I can make someone disappear. I wouldn’t bring them to my f*****g vacation home.”
Still wearing his big smirk, he pours the wine into our glasses.
“Also, do you know how much GPS-stuff is built into y
