Vee blinked. A masseuse?
Nonnina moved toward the bathroom. The scent of herbs drifted into the bedroom.
"What… what did you tell her?" Vee hissed the moment the bathroom door closed.
"I didn't have to tell her anything," he said. "But I did tell her I may have been a bit rough."
"Oh God." Vee buried her face in her hands, mortification flooding her cheeks.
His mouth curved. "It's cute when you act shy," Luca said, bringing the tray closer to her. The silver rattled softly as he set it within reach.
"I am shy. I am not acting shy," Vee argued.
Luca's mouth curved slowly. "You should be proud. You are the best fuck I've ever had."
"Am I now?" Vee straightened.
Luca couldn't help himself. His hands moved to her bare legs, palms warm as they skimmed over her skin, following the faint lines of muscle and softness. He traced her knee, her thigh, in recollection.
