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Riana walked into the small jet and stopped at the door. She leaned forward and peeped inside. It was small. Really small. Claustrophobic small!She’d only been on a plane three times. Once when she flew to Florida to bury her mother, then to Washington to say goodbye to her brother when he was deported, and finally back to New York and to her lonely, family-less life.Oh Mama, I miss you so much. Reno, I wish I’d gone home with you. Riana batted her lashes rapidly to hold the tears back.Reno had her sell everything they’d owned to afford the funeral and the rest was used on air fare and living expenses for her. The little possessions that were too sentimental to sell Riana kept in her apartment—well, not her apartment anymore. Loraine promised to pack up her stuff and move them to Riana’s new home before the end of the month, in case Steve and Claire decided to pawn them for rent.“Hello, I’m Gina, and
Riana had never been the first one to initiate any kind of intimacy, as much as she wanted it. She thought it was the man’s job and if she usurped him he would feel emasculated. She felt how wrong her theory was when Allan moved his hand higher between her thighs to cup her and his hand on her breast massaged her, trapping her nipple with two fingers as he rolled, pinched and pulled it. He kissed her harder, like he wanted to consume her. She felt the liquid heat pool between her legs and an urgent need seized her. Should she initiate sex, too? Or would she seem too wanton? She really wanted to. If not for her pleasure, at least for a confidence boast. Her co-workers always said she had low self-esteem. Why else would she date a dead beat like Steve? they said. But that wasn’t true. Steve just changed colors like a chameleon and she wasn’t around much to see each one. Riana gave her mind a shake. Enough about Steve. She wiggled on Allan’s lap and found all the encouragement she ne
Allan stared at her from across the table as she ate greedily. They had worked up an appetite, but his stomach hunger was nothing compared to the other hunger coursing through him. After three hours of the best sex he’d ever had—though each one short with very little exploring—he was still semi-erect. They’d had fast, frantic sex six times until his dick got too weak to stand fully and she was sore. Her thighs were already red and bruising. She was so sore he had to carry her out of the room to have their warmed dinner. Gina was nice enough to heat it up when he called.Allan stared at Riana, sitting across from him with nothing on but his pale blue shirt. She looked completely ravished and happy to be in that state. She was even humming and rocking to the tune in her head as she ate.She was beautiful, with her hair in complete disarray, her lips puffy red, the sleeves of his Armani shirt rolled up to her elbows and hot damn, the front buttons
Italy. I’m actually out of the States and in another country! Riana stepped off the plane and took a deep breath. The air was warm and relaxing and so foreign!There wasn’t much to see at the airport but the little she did see excited her. She spread her arms out and leaned her head back. “I’m in Venice!” She kissed her fingers and blew kisses. “Ti amo Venice, ti amo!”Allan laughed behind her but she didn’t care. She was too happy to care and, in fact, she didn’t mind sharing the love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on to him so she could lift her legs off the ground and force him to support her weight.“Wow!” He quickly wrapped his free arm around her waist and held her up against him.“Thank you, Allan. No one has ever done anything as wonderful as this for me.” She planted a short kiss on his lips. “So are we g
Allan wanted to sigh in relief, but he held back. He wasn’t sure she would agree to it. Hell, Loraine hadn’t given him any hope that she would when she stressed how sweet and innocent she is, nothing like the type of women he had occupy his bed. And when ‘two months’ slipped out, he was sure she was going to say no, but he kept his own startled reaction under wraps.One couldn’t survive in his line of work if they didn’t possess an excellent poker face.He’d done another thing he hadn’t planned—promised to flack off work to show her all of Italy. Allan didn’t like not being present during large takeovers like he knew Casa Italiano was going to be but, for once in his life, he was going to put himself ahead of everyone else, including Melody.Taking care of Melody had been his only interest since their father’s death three years ago. Their mother had died four years before that, leav
Riana stepped into the Imperial suite. She’d never seen a hotel as beautiful as this. The moment she stepped into the lobby, it took her breath away. The crystal chandeliers wowed her, the diamond-like structure sparkling when the crystals hit the light, and the exquisite, old-fashion furniture and traditional decorations spoke of their cultural history. “Is this where we are staying?” she whispered to Allan, in complete awe. Allan nodded, his lips turned down in a frown. “Yes. It does look old fashioned, nothing like The Ritz.” “Oh no, it’s just perfect.” She turned full circle, trying to take the entire room in. “Don’t you see what they are trying to do? The best centuries were the eighteenth and nineteenth when royalty meant something more than Prince William and Puff Daddy having equal celebrity status.” She stopped before him. “Anyone into art, photography, painting, design…whatever the genre, this is art heaven. It’s like stepping back in time, I just love it.” Allan looked
Allan’s fork halted at his mouth when he heard her groan. He looked up. Her eyes were closed as she pulled the fork out of her mouth with a sweet sigh. She’d done that with every dish she’d sampled that day, and it was getting damn difficult not to drag her back to the hotel. They almost didn’t make it out when he saw her in that short white dress—thank you Wilma—her damp curly hair free around her shoulders.He noticed she didn’t wear makeup except for lip gloss and he liked that about her. It made him realize the only reason he’d liked his women dressed to perfection from the hair on their heads to the nails on their toes was because he’d liked having a trophy on his arm.But Riana was no trophy. She was something else. Something much better. He just didn’t know what exactly. He hadn’t put his finger on it yet.She picked up a meatball with her tiny fingers and lifted it to her mouth. Her
Riana watched Allan sit silently a few feet away from her, clearly deep in thought. She feared he was worrying about work and how much he’d neglected just to entertain her.Maybe they should just go back to the hotel?“Gratzie,” she said to the vendors and held up one finger as she pointed back to Allan with her thumb. “Could you give me just a minute. I just want to make sure he’s all right.”They responded with holding up a finger and pointing at Allan, too. Riana laughed, realizing too late that she should have brought an English-Italian dictionary with her.She moved toward Allan and stood next to him. She smiled. He hadn’t noticed her yet. She pushed her fingers into his raven hair and tugged his head back. “Earth to Allan?”His lips twitched in what looked like a forced smile. “Get what you like?”“What’s wrong? Are you worried about work because we