I kissed him on the nose and he laughed. Then he took my hand in his and I felt funny. But I had to. We went downstairs, laughing as Adrian talked about planning our wedding. I froze as Marie and Pierre looked at us with interest and dark red covered my cheeks. He seemed to notice my discomfort and an evil mist appeared over his head. “Stop looking at her like that. If spaventar it. I gave Adrian a scolding look, not really liking what he said in Italian, knowing I didn't understand. “Oh, sorry dear. - Said Marie. “Come and sit down. Collie was about to serve the tea. Unfortunately I was sitting next to Pierre and Adrian sat on the other side of me. My body was suddenly on high alert. I was aware of how close we were sitting. If either of us moved an inch towards each other, we would be touching each other. Her different scent caught my attention and I suddenly found myself fantasizing. And worst of all, I wanted more. "So, Jenny, how's the coffee business going?" Marie asked.
'Who's Shelly?' Marie asked and my heart stopped for a second. Before I could respond, though, Adrian spoke. “Shelly is your manager for as long as she's here. We told you not to call us unless it's really important. There was some problem with the suppliers, so she panicked. “That doesn't sound like a good manager to me. - commented Pierre. I gave him a look and he just shrugged. — Since your coffee is so dear to you, I say. He added with a cynical smile. I gaped, such that my jaw was almost on the floor. I peeked a glance at Adrian, who was busy talking about Marie. I ignored Pierre and tried to pay attention to the delicious lemon cheesecake in front of me. I took a bite, savoring the taste and feeling the way it exploded in my taste buds. I felt Pierre's leg against mine and my gaze caught his. He was staring at his phone indifferently, but I saw the smile on his face. — Pierre! I whistled and his amused gaze met mine. — Yes, Miss. Kingsley? - He smiled. He k
The French doors were open and I looked out onto the lawn. I calmly walked and the view was really impressive. She took my breath away. I looked back at the lawn. Moonlight fell on him, bathing him. The white lights that were there only accentuated his beauty. There were small bushes and plants, and a vegetable garden in the far corner. The only thing missing was a lake. A small laugh escaped me as I thought about where I was hiding. I wrapped my hands around myself, the cold getting more intense. Even though Italy was very hot, I felt a chill. At least it wasn't raining. I smiled. “Beautiful, isn't it? Someone spoke behind me and I screamed, turning around. Pierre Lawrence stood behind me in all his glory. He looked so cute, and so…edible. He was wearing only his pajama bottoms, leaving his beautiful chest on display. He raised an eyebrow at me. - MS. Kingsley? — Jennifer. — I corrected him. - Yea? “What are you doing out so late? he asked curiously, coming t
- Oh no. I laughed nervously. “It's just that I was expecting Adrian, and then he canceled, so I'm a little annoyed. "Do you miss Adrian, then?" - He asked. - Yea. I replied, aware that my statement had to be convincing for him to believe both of us. “That's good and bad at the same time. Pierre laughed. “But I assure you I won't leave you alone in this strange land. “That's comforting. I muttered dryly, making him laugh.“Must be, people here can get very lethal. - commented Pierre. I gave him a look of disbelief. He caught my gaze and smiled. — Where in the first place? “Breakfast would be nice. I replied, the ill effects of not having breakfast still washed over me now. “I know a place. - said Pierre. His phone rang and he plugged the device into his ear. It was only then that I realized he had a Bluetooth. — Yes, Noah. - He said. "Yeah... That's good... Not this week... I was serious... You what?" He turned to look at me. “I'll call you in awhile, Noah.
- Your mother? Pierre asked. Startled, I looked up, only to realize he was still here. Shit. - Ah yes? I said, knowing it sounded like a question. "She didn't want you to come here with my brother?" he asked, his eyes twinkling for some reason. I sighed. - It's complicated. She doesn't care, but she's a mother, isn't she? I think they are all like that. 'Why does she care?' Pierre asked, sounding genuinely curious. “You and Adrian have known each other for a long time. “My mom is just too worried. I said, hoping he would be satisfied with that. "Does she think you two can't spend so much time together?" he asked, a glint of happiness crossing his face. "Um... Can we go?" I asked, straying from the topic. Pierre was asking a lot of questions and those questions were pretty bad for the stupid act Adrian was letting me do. - Clear. Do you want to go anywhere? he asked very quickly. - No. I muttered, not wanting to do anything but curl up in the sheets and sleep,
— Jenny? I heard Adrian say and I jumped away from Pierre like he was on fire. Pierre had a grim look on his face as he looked at the approaching figure. Adrian walked towards us, dressed smartly in a suit, with a smile on his face. Half of me was mad at him, the other half happy that he'd come at the last minute and saved me from being raped by Pierre Lawrence. Okay, maybe I was overreacting, but I knew that once those luscious lips touched mine, I would be lost. — A-Adrian. I stuttered, trying to keep my voice normal. “What…why are you here early? “I told my dad that time spent with my awesome girlfriend was more important, and that I would help you with his stuff this afternoon. I swallowed hard. — Oh? Ahm... We were just getting some sun here. Adrian's face was crumpled with worry and confusion. “Are you okay, Jenny? You look a little pale. I shook my head. “Yes, yes… I am. I'm just a little tired. I got up from my chair. — I couldn't sleep last night, I'll try to sleep no
“That's very surprising. If my girlfriend got a mere inch away from another guy, I would punch him. Just looking at it would be enough, really. Which makes me think... Adrian isn't really your boyfriend, is he? I looked at him with wide eyes. How did he know? “You were a dumbass, Jenny!” shouted a voice inside me. - What are you talking about? Of course Adrian is my boyfriend. Are you by any chance an idiot? He smiled, bowing, so we were eye level with each other. "I'm not your fucking girlfriend, I'm your best friend!" He said in a fake female voice. "What was that about you being his girlfriend?"“Ahm… I don't know what you heard, but I didn't say that. “I stuttered terribly. — Let me go, Pierre! I'm dating your brother, you don't have any... His lips crushed against mine, silencing me. I didn't respond, shocked. He kissed me harder, his tongue probing my lips and all my rational thoughts fled. So I kissed him back eagerly, loving the feel of his lips against mine. He pushed his
I looked at Pierre, recoiling back in total surprise as he walked away from me. Was he teasing me? What in the world did he mean by that? I wasn't so sure what his game was and it made me feel very uncomfortable. Adrian approached me and frowned when he saw my face. "Is something wrong, Jenny?" I nodded, downing the remaining champagne, and taking another glass as the waiter passed us. Adrian raised both eyebrows at me. - Which? I muttered, taking another sip. "Are you trying to get drunk on purpose?" You are acting very strange. I frowned, not knowing what to say. What could I say? Did your brother threaten to provoke me? And I have no idea what way he meant it. Okay, maybe a bit of an idea, but not much. — Jenny? Adrian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He was looking at me with concern in his eyes, making me feel very guilty about kissing his brother. I wasn't his girlfriend, but I was his best friend and doing that was nothing short of cheating on him. I had to put an