Not So Harmless

“What?” Allan asked taking a sip of his drink before looking over his shoulder. His eyes bulged out and he began coughing.

Riana asked for a glass of water from the bartender. She handed it to Allan who was still looking at her like she’d walked in naked—well, she was a little exposed. But not naked.

He took a few gulps, his eyes still moving over her. “Fuck, Riana!”

She took the glass away from him and placed it on the counter. “Language, Allan.”

“Signorina Albury!” The man standing with them exclaimed like she wasn’t what he expected.

Riana almost asked ‘who else do you think I am’ instead she said, “Si, Signore, but you have me at a disadvantage. I don’t know who you are.”

He chuckled and turned to Allan. “Naïve and sweet, huh?” He shook his head and turned back to her, holding out his hand. “Dante Vittorio, Sinclair’s lawyer—here in Italy at least.”

Riana placed her hand in his and smiled at him. “I should have recognized your voice. You are always on the phone with Allan. I