**This is Book One of the Challenges of the Heart Series**
She's innocent, he's not.
What happens when naive meets heartbreaker?
What happens when a deliciously handsome and determined foreigner falls for the same woman?
Will her heart get torn to...
I wake up with a smile on my face, but a slightly heavy heart. It's well after 10am and I'm pretty sure Gianni's flight left before sunrise. I'm in my new condo/Gianni's old condo. (Picture above) I head to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, the ladies are supposed to drop by today for Junk and Hunks Day; Tom's idea, not mine.
I'm gonna miss that Italian Bad boy. He is a mess. Should I have gone with him? Of course not! Are you nut?s!! Your Daddy raised you better than that.
I get dressed in a pair of black boy shorts and a white sleeveless crop top; it's not like I'm going anywhere. I put my long hair, and yes it's all mine, into a high ponytail. I head down to the kitchen to look for breakfast. Before poking my head into the fridge, I look out over the NY skyline. "Thank you Lord for this view."
I open the bottom drawer of the freezer in search of frozen fruit for smoothies.
"This view is definitely better than the one I paid for."
I quickly shut the drawer, stand up, and turn around to see a shirtless Gianni, checking me out. Good God Almighty. I'm drawn to the intricate designs across his muscular chest and arms.
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"I'm not the only one enjoying the view, huh bella?" He smirks at me.
I clear my throat, trying to hide my blush. "I am human." I mumble.
In seconds he is standing right in front of me. I take a step back, bumping against the fridge. He takes another step forward, trapping me with both hands against the fridge, one on either side of me. We stare at one another for what seems like ages. I unintentionally...or maybe not look down at his lips. Before I can blink, he kisses me; running a hand up the side of my leg, gripping my hip. He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss.
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. He lifts me against the fridge, wrapping my legs around him. Lord, help. I don't think I can stop.
I run my fingers through Gianni's soft hair as he grips my booty in both hands, nibbling on my neck. He grinds his rather large bulge against me. "...Gianni..."
He groans. "Say it again, and I promise I will take you from here to Italy."
Why does that sound like a double meaning? And why am I excited at what it means? I swear if he starts talking in Italian, I'm done.
"Say it again." He rasps against my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there.
I swallow the moan trying to escape. Don't say it...
His hand runs up my back, he winds my ponytail around his fist and pulls. "Dillo di nuovo, bella." (Say it again, beautiful.) His husky voice sends shivers to my toes as he nibbles on my ear lobe.
He had to say it in Italian. Looooord, please?
"Di nuovo." He grinds against me again.
The combination of his rock hard body against mine, Gianni Jr. grinding against me, his deep husky voice speaking in Italian, him sucking on the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, and him pulling my hair is too much. I moan. "...Gia-"
