The Billionaire’s Curvy Maid
The warmth in his voice, the quiet chuckle—it all said one thing: he was still deeply in love with her.
“Where’s home?” I asked softly.
He chuckled. “Exactly where I’m taking you.”
I looked up, curious.
“I only get to go home when someone books a ride to L’Aquila,” he grinned. “I was so happy when I saw your request come through. Been stuck in Rome for a whole month.”
I smiled, faint but genuine, and nodded.
‘At least,’ I thought, ‘this won’t be a boring two-hour ride.’
“So, miss, what’s taking you to L’Aquila?” he asked, eyes briefly meeting mine in the rearview mirror.
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