Dirty Lies

A SEXY REVELATION

I let the book fall to my lap, resting my palms on the cool marble floor. It was an attempt to stop my shaking. It didn't. My whole body quaked.

Luca. Is. A. Journalist.

I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm down. Everything—from his reluctance to talk about himself to the way he'd reacted to me during our fight—seemed clear now. It all made sense. His evasiveness, his sadness, his interest in politics, it all came into sharp focus. This was why he refused to talk about his past, or promise me a future. Why he wanted to leave.

It was glaringly obvious. And irresistibly attractive. I didn't even mind that he'd lied or obscured the truth. He had good reason to. People wanted him dead.

I zoned out while trying to figure out what to do next. He was probably in danger at this very moment...which meant, I was in danger too. The drip-drip-drip of the bathtub faucet seemed to go on forever, lulling me into a spiral loop of bleak thoughts.

Until the knock on the door came. I jumped and gasped.

"Amore mio. Are you bathing?"

"Yes! Hi! Luca!"

In a panic, I crawled over and flushed the toilet. I slipped my phone and the book into my bag and stuffed a towel over the book. With shaking hands, I opened the linen closet and set the bag on a shelf, trying to close the door without a sound.

Then I wriggled out of my dress and underwear. The only way I could divert attention from my nervousness was my body. He could never resist looking at me when I was naked.

"One second!"

How was I going to talk to him like a normal person now that I knew his secret? I took a deep breath and unlocked the door.

Luca walked into the bathroom. It wasn't as though it was the first time I'd seen him without clothes, but his body made my heart flutter faster now that I knew his real identity. I bent over the tub to check the water, hoping my bare ass would be enough of a distraction from my quaking legs and arms and the sweat forming on my forehead.

"Luca," I said, attempting a purr. "You're awake."

I mustered a seductive look and glanced over my shoulder to find him leaning against the sink, staring at me. He had that familiar hunger in his eyes. Why did he have to look so insanely hot when he was sleepy with his hair rumpled after I'd just discovered he was a crusading journalist wanted by dangerous criminals?

"I woke up and you weren't next to me, amore mio. I wanted to check if you were okay."

Because he's worried about my safety...

I slowly eased into the tub, shivering a little from the feeling of the near-scalding water on my legs and the cool air-conditioned room on my nipples. "Sorry. Couldn't sleep. Too many thoughts going through my head."

"Why did you lock the door? Were you afraid I was going to interrupt you doing naughty things?"

His accent was thicker than usual, and he sounded a little groggy from sleep. My eyes drifted down his chest and lower to find he was semi-hard. He wasn't that sleepy, obviously.

"Oh, um, I always lock the bathroom door." I leaned back, gently splashing water onto my breasts as he watched, grazing my nipples with the heel of my hand. A little smile danced on his lips. I caressed my breasts, pinching my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers while looking at him through my lashes.

Oh yeah. This was effective. His cock was growing harder.

"Doing naughty things sounds like an excellent idea." I slipped one hand down my chest into the water. Down my stomach and lower.

He licked his lips. "I like the way you think."

I smiled and beckoned to him with my index finger. Of course his naked, hot body could join me here in the tub. Now that I knew his true identity, I knew exactly what I wanted.

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