~Sequel to Boschetto's Fifty Shades Darker~
Little did you know that the mysterious and intense man who had swept you off your feet since day one, making you feel you were the light in his life, was a well-known figure in his home country and abroad...
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"Sir, can I help you?" a flight attendant asked Piero with a flirty smile.
Standing in the aisle, with one hand on the overhead compartment at a point high enough to lift his sweater while digging something in his duffel bag, Piero gave you more than a glimpse of his lean body. The light filtering through the small window highlighted the definition of his abs, the flatness of his stomach and the ridges of his ribs. In your defense, his seat was in the same row as yours, right across the aisle, and his torso was at eye level...and good Lord, the man was fine as hell.
Shamefully, you couldn't stop yourself from allowing your gaze to dip even lower, to the sexy lines that faded into the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Which just so happened to be riding low on his hips. And as if that wasn't enough, his jeans are were tight, worn and torn, and looked incredible on him, giving a prime view of his sculpted and outrageously fine backside.
Before turning to look at the bubbly blond flight attendant, he glanced your way and peered over his shades, raising one brow. "She called me sir," he said with a smirk.
His wolfish grin made your stomach flutter, as you were sure it made all women's. There was almost an air of cockiness about him as he twisted and directed his attention to the flight attendant.
For your surprise, he declined her help. "Thanks, I got this," he told her before he got back to his seat and whipped his sunglasses off, carrying on bonding with his seatmate, a gorgeous brunette with eyes to die for.
Flying in business class on a transatlantic flight, Ignazio, Piero and you were heading to your hometown. Gianluca, Barbara and Michele had caught a non-stop flight to their own destinations, Rome and Milan, while Piero wasn't lucky enough and had to fly from New York to Sicily with a connection in your hometown. For the first time in years, the guys would be able to enjoy a three-week-long holiday break until early January, and you could hardly wait for it.
Ignazio would be staying with you and Alice for a whole week and he'd go back to Sicily on the 23rd to spend Christmas Eve with his family, then you'd join him in Bologna a few days before New Year's Eve for a trip to a surprise destination he still didn't want to unveil. He would come back home with you in January for almost two weeks to carry on working on the new album with the guys and their other producer, so that would make practically five straight weeks with him and, needless to say, you were overjoyed.
Within forty-five minutes of fast-tracking through the pre-flight procedures and enjoying the impressive elite boarding lounge, Piero, Ignazio and you were already on the plane relishing a round of drinks. The thought of turbulence didn't even bother you. You just sat back in the extremely comfortable oversized cushion beside Ignazio and relaxed as the mass of people started to flock by.
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