I was barely aware of the sounds and movements around me; the light bustle and chatter of people, the sound of engines petering off, or of high heeled legs stretching out of posh cars. No, what I was aware of was the six foot male beside me. The warmth of his large hand on the small of my back, the raw vitality and animal grace he exuded.And his smell. I covertly leaned in closer, surreptitiously sniffing him. His smell was divine. Sensual. Male.His deep voice suddenly sounded beside my ear. "Are you sniffing me, amore?"Even as I shivered, my face warmed in embarrassment. Curse my readiness to blush: it was the one innocent thing life hadn't managed to beat out of me."Of course not," I said. I hoped I sounded as nonchalant as I'd intended."If you say so." That deep, amused rasp again.We neared his car and I was shocked when a bulky man came out of the driver's side. He had a long beard and a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and his hair was closely cropped to the sides. I wa

Lorenzo had indeed sent the right apparels for the occasion. And that left a glaring question in my mind.How had he found out where I lived?Cautiously, I treaded towards the boxes and bags on the ratty sofa in the living room of my apartment. My gasp filled the room along with the ruffling sound of the bag as I bent and opened it. Inside the bag was a set of jewelries that was obviously worth more then I could imagine. Grabbing my keys, I set for my room.I placed them on my bed and set about to opening them one by one. I withdrew a pair of white platforms and a designers bag. I took out a pair of--I automatically blushed--a pair of red gauzy underwear and black halters. Then slowly, with my mouth hanging open, I lifted a lengthy red gown from the bag.Facing the mirror, I held the dress before me. The bodice had a sweetheart neckline and the cinch at the waist made way for a hugging floor length skirt with a long slit running up a moderate length at the left thigh. I smoothed my ha