235 On the Record

- LUCIANO -

Following Rory, I can feel the anger draining out of me. Part of that is because my vision is entirely focused on her cute little body in that sleek black swimsuit. It has cutouts along the sides that showcase her tan skin and just the right amount of ass cheek to tease any man into wanting to see more. Well, hopefully not any man. But it is definitely teasing me. 

If I had a fucking shirt on, I'd drape it over her. Why didn't I listen to her and wear one?

"I have a question, dolcezza." 

She stops when we arrive at the wooden walkway that branches off toward the cabinas. Her beautiful blue eyes meet mine, and it almost knocks the wind out of me—the impact of her beauty and the worry welling where her soul confronts mine. 

"What's wrong?" I ask, abandoning the teasing question that was playing in my thoughts. 

"Nothing," she says, shaking her head. "You just can't go around threatening everyone, you know?"