Rosa

Chapter 13

Shortly after Rosa ended her call with Harry, a quick series of metallic-sounding 'clicks' and 'clinks' rattled at the door. It was being unlocked from the other side. She glanced over as the door swung open, and Mr. Massera strode in with a grim expression on his handsome face.

Speak of the devil.

"Welcome home, mon beau," she greeted him in honeyed tones.

Mr. Massera looked at Rosa. Instantly, a faint smile softened the grimness of his mouth as their eyes locked. The man seemed pleased to see her. Then, his gaze did a quick sweep of their room. Her shit was already unpacked and scattered everywhere on the dressers and countertops and all over the mattress.

Wryly, he observed, "I see you have made yourself at home."

Her amber eyes hardened like bronzed metal. "Where have you been?"

The bastard had been gone for hours after they parted ways at the train station.

He shrugged and gave no answer. Although, a challenging gleam sparked in his dark eyes. It seemed as though he was withholding his reply on purpose to taunt her.

She tried again, cooing softly, "You have nothing to say to me?"

"Not really."

Rosa sniffed with indignation. "Non?"

Mr. Massera murmured, "As long as you get your job done, I will have no issue with you, and, therefore, nothing to say to you. You performed well on the train today, but we will have to wait and see if Favreau lives or dies over the next few days."

"Favreau will die. I know I gave him the right dosage," Rosa assured him in an off-handed manner as she quickly circled back to the heart of the matter, refusing to let him off the hook so easily. "At any rate, you never answered my question: Where the fuck have you been?"

"What I do in my own time is none of your business."

She lifted an eyebrow. "What if I want to make it my business?"

Suddenly, Mr. Massera started unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his bronzed, muscled chest, and brushed her off quite readily, "I am going to shower."

Rosa drawled, "A real man would stay and finish the conversation instead of running away."

Rolling his broad shoulders, he shrugged off his shirt and directed in huskier tones, "Are you questioning my manhood?"

She smirked at him. "But of course."

Mr. Massera smirked back as he continued to strip in front of her. His trousers soon dropped to his ankles, which was quickly followed by his boxer briefs.

Rosa's eyes went wide as he stood before her completely in the nude.

Her gaze dropped to his large, girthy, veiny cock and hefty, plum-sized balls. She couldn't help but stare. Even soft and unaroused, the man was a monster. Without a question, Mr. Massera's manhood was one of the most impressive specimens Rosa ever laid eyes on, and she had endured more than her fair share of dicks and penises when she had been "working" under Mesrine.

She gasped, "Mon dieu! If your teaching gig in Calabria does not pan out, you could become a porn star instead."

His eyes narrowed keenly at her intentional slip of the tongue. "My... teaching gig?"

Rosa fluttered her lashes with an air of innocence. "Oups! Was that supposed to be a secret or something?"

His nakedness didn't seem to bother him at all as he remarked in curious tones, "I see you have been... busy."