I can't get enough of you

Molly:

I woke up today in high spirits. It was the day Farrell had promised to take me to Kate’s. She had returned to the heart of Ghetto Ebraico with her aunt. It was a nine-hour drive from here, but we were going to take Farrell’s helicopter. I was supposed to go with one of his men because he would be busy all day.

“I see you are already prepared,” he said, and I turned around to see him leaning against the door, his tie in his hand.

He was dressed for work as usual, and he looked stunning.

“Yes, thank you for letting me go,” I said quietly, returning the hairbrush to the table.

Then he entered the room, and I immediately stood up.

“I need help with this,” he said, handing me his tie.

I looked him in the eyes, then approached him on tiptoes and worked the tie. I finished it in a few minutes and gently patted it to fit perfectly on his chest.

“How long do you plan to stay?” He inquired, his hands sliding around my waist.

“I am not sure, maybe four or five days,” I said, and his face