A V*rgin For The Three Mafia Bodyguards
Nana’s voice suddenly broke through the fog of my panic, pulling my attention roughly back into the kitchen.
I blinked, turning my head quickly to look at her, my heart still racing.
Nana was leaning against the counter, a knowing, incredibly soft smirk playing on her lips as she watched the frantic look in my eyes and the deep, telltale flush rapidly creeping back up my neck. She leaned in a little closer, her voice dripping with gentle, maternal mischief.
"So," Nana murmured, tilting her head toward the window before looking back at me. "Who is the lucky guy making you blush and glow like this?"