“What the hell are you doing in Portugal?” he snaps.
“Do I need to get your permission to piss now?” I fire back.
“Well, when you send your guards home and you fuck off to Portugal.”
“I’m here for three days.” I sigh. “Relax.”
“Who are you there with?”
He knows.
Why did I say I was in Portugal…fuck! Has Anna told Francesca she’s in Portugal?
I don’t want to get into this Anna thing with anyone, this is nobody’s business but mine.
“Family,” I lie.
“What family?”
“Do you have something slightly interesting to say or are you just calling to try and stand on my cock,” I snap.
“You are not to go anywhere without fucking guards, you know that. Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“I’m fine, I’ll see you on Thursday.”
“Who are you there with?”
I glance up to see Anna walking through the restaurant, she’s wearing a strapless black dress and nude stilettos, her long dark hair is out and her lips are red. She’s all hips and breasts and curvy perfection.
Aphrodite herself walking straight out of fucking heaven.
She gives me a slow sexy smile as she sits down opposite me. “Hi,” she mouths.
I hold my hand out and she puts hers into mine. “Fucking hot,” I mouth back.
“Got to go,” I tell Giuliano.
“I’m….”
I hang up on him midsentence, turn my phone onto airplane mode and place it face down onto the table.
“Who was that?” she asks.
“Jules.” I take a sip of water. “Just catching up.” I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her fingertips. “You look incredible.”
“Well.” She hunches her shoulders. “An afternoon being….” Her voice trails off as she shrugs. “Works wonders for the complexion.”
I adore this woman.
I smile softly, the air between us crackles with electricity.
“You look handsome tonight, Mr. Leone.”
My eyebrow flicks up; she has a way with words, a compliment from her carries a lot of weight.
“Your champagne, sir.” The waiter places a silver bucket of ice on a stand beside the table. As he opens the bottle he glances up to Anna and practically stops in his tracks, his eyes linger on her before dropping to her breasts.
What the fuck is he looking at?