It must be Milan. Marco, Max and Jada had access so they’d just come on in. I stepped over my patent-leather skin-tone heels I’d kicked off earlier and went to look at the video screen on the wall. Crap, it was Zane!
“Shit!”
I buzzed him in and flung the door wide. When I saw him, I said, “What the hell are you doing here?”
His lips quirked. “Nice to see you, too, angel.”
“I could have been out for dinner; how did you know I was home?” I made a point of avoiding looking at his hot body, even though I desperately wanted to. If I looked at the black t-shirt he was wearing, which was sure to be stretched across his to-die-for muscular chest and the tight jeans cupping his package, I’d start stuttering or something.
He propped his hand on the doorjamb of the double black-lacquered doors. “Mmm...a lucky guess? Or maybe I’m stalking you, sweetheart.”
“Ha! Yes, a very lucky guess, I say.”
“So, are you going to invite me in?” he asked as his gaze perused my body.
I sighed and stepped back. “Come in.”
“Thanks.” Zane moved around me, our bodies touching as he passed. Every nerve ending in my body felt completely wired and my heart was beating so fast, I thought even he could hear it.
“It looks different in here; what have you done? It looks great.”
I wanted to redecorate the house while my parents were away. We hadn’t decorated in over fifteen years, and I wanted to surprise then when they returned in just under three weeks. I had taken great care in re-decorating the house, and it boosted my ego to have Zane’s genuine approval. I’d gone with a simple look with sleek, modern lines and smooth surfaces. I loved it; it felt clean and fresh.
“I decided to redecorate.” I shrugged, feeling a touch nervous.
“Did you get some guru to do that feng shui?”
“Yes, I did actually. I hired a local from Nuriootpa. She’s amazing. I can give you her card if you want to redo your place.”
Zane walked over to the bookcase and picked out one of Marco’s finance books. “I like the bookcase. It’s unusual with these added shelves on the ends.”
“Thanks, I love it, too.”
“Ah,” he said as he sat on the sofa, almost squashing my magazine. Oh, God, please don’t look at the article I was reading!
“Do you want something to drink, a coffee?” I noted it was almost eight in the evening and I knew how much he loved his long black espresso.
“I’ll have a beer.”
“Oh...um...ah...right.” Yep, here I go, stammering like an idiot. “I’ll go grab it.”
“Thanks,” he said, turning back to the magazine. Shit, he’s going to read it.
My gaze shot to his crotch and...damn. I shouldn’t have looked; I would be drooling soon. I stalked out of the room to go get his beer. The sooner he drank his beer, the sooner he’d leave.
While I was in the kitchen, I realised he’d never answered my question as to why he was there. Crap, my nerves were getting the better of me. He’d sought me out yet again, but it had gone way beyond text messaging or cornering me in the office.
Zane was almost ten years older than me and definitely way more experienced sexually. I should never have flirted with him at the wedding. I quickly got his beer from the refrigerator and thought of what all that experience could mean for me if I ever chose to sleep with him. I sure wanted to. I fantasised about it enough and he knew it, too. Damn it. I’m sure he’d be a great teacher.
It was obvious he wanted me just as much. Somehow I knew if I ever let my guard down enough to sleep with him, I’d most definitely fall hard and fast.
I knew he wouldn’t want anything more than sex, and I was so scared I would fall in love with him. I didn’t want to fall in love with any man. I just wanted, needed to experience sex. And I wanted him to show me.
I walked back into the living room, holding his ice-cold beer, and I stopped abruptly when I saw Zane sitting on the sofa, legs spread in front of him, reading. God, the man was hot. His long, muscular legs and flat abs made me wish I was confident enough to crawl up his body and plant one on him. I needed wine. Brunetti wine!
I realised he was reading the article, and my face burned with embarrassment. He must have sensed my return because he looked over at me, waving the magazine in the air.
“What are you reading this shit for, sweetheart?” He waved the magazine in the air and said, “Interesting reading material you have here, baby.”
I handed him the beer, not saying a word. He took it, and I held out my hand. “I was just filling in time. Give it back to me.”
“Angel, you sure don’t need to lose five kilos. Trust me, your body is to die for.”