Chapter 17: Home

My bag fell on the floor and I bent over to pick it.

I figured my skirt was a bit too short and I felt uncomfortable. Luciano wasn't looking at my direction, so I quickly grabbed my bag and turned to the room.

Pfffffff! I feel like a Korean actress. Those ladies would intentionally wear almost nothing and expect no one to look.

Well, not my problem. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and slid into it.

I changed my top into a V-neck and tried to raise it up so it doesn't reveal my boobs. On a normal day, I would have loved to show off a little but with Luciano's hungry gaze, I rather not start what I can't finish.

When I was finally convinced this was the best outfit, I brushed my hair backward and returned to the sitting room.

Luciano was sitting there comfortably with his legs on the stool and his hands holding a glass of wine.

Isn't it too early for this?

"I'm glad you figured that dress made you look like a slut."

"What the hell?"