Vittorio's Mistress (The Vittorio Series)
““You do not like the Merluzzo in Umido?” He asked after watching her pick at her dinner for nearly ten minutes.
“Of course I do,” she took a bite to appease him.
Merluzzo in Umido was an Italian dish consisting of Cod fish stewed with wine, tomatoes, and black olives. As silly as it sounded, she’d been deliriously happy when Dante told her he’d chosen it because he remembered it was one of her favorites. The problem wasn’t the food, it was her jittery nerves. In all honesty, Dante h...adn’t done a thing that would lead her to believe he was trying to get her into bed, which should have alleviated her anxiety but had just the opposite effect. She felt like a mouse that was being toyed with and couldn’t help thinking that any minute now he was going to pounce on her. Not that she wouldn’t have loved to find the nearest flat surface and let him have his wicked way with her, but that was an impulse she couldn’t allow herself to give into no matter how tempting it was. And Lord, was it tempting, she thought as her eyes swept over the pure perfection of Dante Vittorio. Dante smiled to himself. Paige was doing her best to play it prim and proper but he’d always been able to read her body language even when she thought she wasn’t giving off any signals. Right now she was undressing him with her eyes, remembering the feel of his skin against hers and the sheer ecstasy that rippled through her as their bodies moved together in flawless rhythm. Dante remembered it too, but for him it was a memory that brought a bitter taste to his mouth because he’d never been able to reach that state of utter euphoria with any other woman. Not that he hadn’t tried, and not that sex with other woman hadn’t been good, it just wasn’t the same. With Paige it had been like soaring to the heavens when they’d made love, but it wasn’t just the act of sex that had taken him there. He’d held a piece of heaven merely by being with her. Even something as seemingly insignificant as holding her hand or listening to the melodious sound of her laughter had brought joy to his heart. He hated it that he no longer found pleasure in those simple things, and he hated it that he wanted to reach across the table and take her hand to find out if that soft warm glow would still pulse through him just as it used to. Dante mentally shook himself. He had to get her out of his system, and the sooner the better.MoreLess
“Of course I do,” she took a bite to appease him.
Merluzzo in Umido was an Italian dish consisting of Cod fish stewed with wine, tomatoes, and black olives. As silly as it sounded, she’d been deliriously happy when Dante told her he’d chosen it because he remembered it was one of her favorites. The problem wasn’t the food, it was her jittery nerves. In all honesty, Dante h...adn’t done a thing that would lead her to believe he was trying to get her into bed, which should have alleviated her anxiety but had just the opposite effect. She felt like a mouse that was being toyed with and couldn’t help thinking that any minute now he was going to pounce on her. Not that she wouldn’t have loved to find the nearest flat surface and let him have his wicked way with her, but that was an impulse she couldn’t allow herself to give into no matter how tempting it was. And Lord, was it tempting, she thought as her eyes swept over the pure perfection of Dante Vittorio. Dante smiled to himself. Paige was doing her best to play it prim and proper but he’d always been able to read her body language even when she thought she wasn’t giving off any signals. Right now she was undressing him with her eyes, remembering the feel of his skin against hers and the sheer ecstasy that rippled through her as their bodies moved together in flawless rhythm. Dante remembered it too, but for him it was a memory that brought a bitter taste to his mouth because he’d never been able to reach that state of utter euphoria with any other woman. Not that he hadn’t tried, and not that sex with other woman hadn’t been good, it just wasn’t the same. With Paige it had been like soaring to the heavens when they’d made love, but it wasn’t just the act of sex that had taken him there. He’d held a piece of heaven merely by being with her. Even something as seemingly insignificant as holding her hand or listening to the melodious sound of her laughter had brought joy to his heart. He hated it that he no longer found pleasure in those simple things, and he hated it that he wanted to reach across the table and take her hand to find out if that soft warm glow would still pulse through him just as it used to. Dante mentally shook himself. He had to get her out of his system, and the sooner the better.MoreLess
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