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.I moaned softly as my fingers brushed over my nipples, hardening beneath the lacy fabric.I unhooked my bra, imagining Antonio’s lips on my shoulders, his hands reaching around to caress my breasts, gently squeezing the taut nipples.I stepped backward, lowering myself onto the bed and slipped beneath the sheets.I closed my eyes, picturing him sliding in above me.I imagined gazing up into his hungry, piercing eyes, tracing the lines of his firm chest with my fingertips.My hands moved from my breasts, inching down to slip beneath my panties to find my eagerly awaiting sex.I gasped as I slid a finger between my lips, shocked to find how wet I was.My fingers began to move, almost of their own accord as my mind conjured images of Antonio hovering above me, murmuring in my ear, telling me over and over how beautiful I was.I groaned as my fingers worked tiny circles over my clit, slipping them inside myself and feeling the warm, slick juices of my desire.I felt the throbbing ache of my need rising within me and let my fingers move faster, my other hand fondling my breasts.I bit back another moan, as a pulse ran through me, and my mouth opened as I imagined Antonio’s lips descending onto mine.I turned my head, burying my face in my pillow to stifle the scream that was building within me, just as I crested the wave of my climax.I caught one last fleeting glimpse of my dream man before I opened my eyes, my vision momentary blurred as my body shuddered in the aftermath of my fantasy."Who are you, Antonio Mancini?" I whispered into the night.And then the bigger question.“What are you doing to me?”Chapter Sixteen"I don’t kiss and tell, Maria," I said with a wink, carefully blowing on my hot cup of coffee.Maria sat at the table in front of me, digging into a stack of pancakes."No fair, Sis," she pouted around a mouthful, "you promised to tell me the rest this morning.I won’t let you distract me with my favorite breakfast."I laughed."I know.I’m just teasing you.All right.So, Antonio kept me close most of the night, which was so reassuring.I probably would have ended up as an awkward wallflower without his arm around me.I am so not ready to mingle with these people, Maria.Everyone is so elegant and, well, rich!""That’s so sweet that he didn’t make you feel out of place."I nodded, guilty over the web of lies I was weaving, but I didn’t have the heart to dampen Maria’s enjoyment with my vague worries.Or, with what I thought might be the truth.I took a sip of coffee to cover my frown and pressed on with my fairy tale."Well, he did leave me for a few minutes though, so he could meet with a colleague.I took the time to freshen up my make-up.You wouldn’t believe the washroom, Maria! It was like its own little apartment inside.It was so big!"Maria’s eyes widened."What—gilded toilets?" She teased."Not quite," I said, "but I’m sure something in there might have been made of gold.There was a whole sitting area and I met some of the women.I don’t know if I’m going to join them at the tennis club just yet, but they weren’t as snobby as I expected them to be.Anyway, we left just after that—home by midnight, just like you ordered.""No pumpkins," she grinned, "but about that kiss and tell business.?"Luckily my phone rang just as I opened my mouth to speak.I wasn’t quite sure what I would have told her.Or just how far I was willing to take this particular fantasy."Good morning, Miss Tilson" came the velvety voice on the other end of the phone."I trust you slept well?""Um, yes," I replied, a little disconcerted that he had called while I was weaving "our" fairytale for Maria.Almost as though he had caught me in the lie.What was it about this man that made me feel like an awkward schoolgirl?"Good," came the soft chuckle, as if he could read my mind."Can you be ready in an hour?""No problem," I said, waiting for my instructions."Good," he repeated."Thompson will pick you up.When you get here, report to Priscilla Pearson, my floor manager in Lingerie."Before I could say "All right, I’ll be ready," he had hung up."Duty calls," I said to Maria as I rose out of my chair and picked up my dirty dishes, "but for the record, Antonio has really luscious lips."Chapter Seventeen"Hm." was the only thing Priscilla said, raising one eyebrow in calculated appraisal as I introduced myself.This store has a lot of raised eyebrows, I thought.I wonder if it's a requirement? I almost giggled, part nervousness and part imagining how I would look doing the same thing to a customer."Turn around," she demanded, and I was reminded even more of my previous experience in Mancini's office.She actually uttered a "tsk, tsk" as she eyed me up and down with her disapproving gaze.At least she’d paused to shake my hand [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]