“Shame to let a perfectly good Pagani sit unappreciated.”
She smiled up at him. “And it’ll certainly get us back to Rome a lot faster.”
Ettore smirked. “Faster to Rome means faster into my arms again. And into my bed.”
“I like the sound of that,” she said, arching her brows.
“Then let’s go.”
He playfully smacked her backside, and they both raced down to the waiting car. They climbed in beneath the lifted gullwing doors, and in seconds the Pagani rumbled to life.
Ettore took her hand, bringing it up to his lips. “Ready for the ride of your life?”
“Oh, yes.” Bella smiled. “I’m ready for anything with you.”