A dress arrived twenty minutes later.
Marco brought it, hanging in a long black garment bag, and set it carefully on the wardrobe door without a word leaving Elena who stood in the middle of the room looking at it for a long moment before she unzipped the bag.
She actually stopped breathing for a second at the sight of it.
It was deep green, the exact shade of her eyes, floor length with a slit that was just high enough to be called seductive. A bit Simple and devastatingly elegant, the kind of dress that knew exactly what it was doing and did it without apology.
She lifted it off the hanger carefully and held it against herself before looking in the mirror.
He had picked this?
Alessandro DeLuca had actually looked at this dress and thought of her and she didn't know what to do with that string of thoughts at all.
She was still standing there holding it when her door opened.
She spun around.
Alessandro stood in the doorway.
He looked at her, holding the dress against herself in the middle of the room, and his expression changed and that was one he didn't bother to control this time.
His eyes moved over her slowly, from the dress to her face, and stayed there.
"Knock! What if I was undressed?" She said staring up at his handsome face.
He thought about her question and his mind immediately started painting in appropriate images of her that was pleasant to him so he just smirked and ignored whist she said.
"I forgot to tell you—" he started.
"You can't just walk in—" she said at the same time.
He stared at her from head to toe as they stopped talking and she looked down at herself too. She was wearing a very beautiful pair pajamas which consisted of shorts and a shirt that didn't hug her body but pronounced her voluptuous breast. Her face immediately went red.
He suddenly crossed the room as his long legs covered up a lot of ground with just a step. He stopped in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to hold his gaze, as he reached out to collect the dress from her hands.
His fingers brushed hers in the process.
She felt it everywhere most especially in between her thighs. That electricity from just a graze of his finger. What's wrong with her?!
He turned and hung the dress back carefully on the wardrobe door and then turned back to her, they were still so close, very close and it overwhelmed her senses as her lips parted softly.
"Alessandro—" his name came out quieter than she intended.
"The car is at eight piccola" he said, his voice low and husky as he stared at her parted lips finding it hard to stop himself from grabbing onto her beautiful neck and drawing her into a kiss.
"Don't be late." He said again staring into her eyes.
His eyes dropped to her mouth again for just one second. Just one. Then back up but she felt that one second like a hand pressed flat against her sternum.
"I'm never late" she said with a ragged breath as if trying to steady herself.
The corner of his mouth moved into a smirk.
He reached up slowly, giving her every opportunity to step back, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a touch so light she almost convinced herself it hadn't happened.
"Goodnight Elena" he said quietly stepping back before turning around to leave the room.
She stood in the middle of the room completely unable to move as she watched him leave and when the door finallly clicked shut behind him, she pressed both hands over her face and stood there in the silence hunching down abit and tried to remember how breathing worked.
She was almost gasping for air and it felt like she might collapse.
The dress hung on the wardrobe door, deep green and perfect.
She stared at it.
She was absolutely cooked, what the hell.
She ran the bath as hot as she could stand it.
She needed to clear her head right now or she'd go insane. She needed thirty minutes or even an hour of not thinking about anything, and then she would go to sleep like a normal person and wake up tomorrow and get in the car to Rome and be completely fine.
That was the plan, right?!
She stripped, sank into the water and stared at the ceiling before exhaling.
The dress was still hanging on the wardrobe door in the room. Deep green and perfect and chosen by a man who truly had no business knowing her eye color well enough to pick something that matched it exactly.
She pressed her hands over her face.
She could still feel his fingers brushing hers when he took the dress. The way he had looked at her mouth.
Why the fuck did he have to come so close to her and make her feel this way?!
She sank lower into the water until it reached her chin.
She thought about when they were in his office earlier. His arms were on both sides of her, the heat coming off him electric, he had looked at her like he had all the time in the fucking world. Her thoughts kept drifting to his thick and husky voice, not just his voice, his veiny hands, she bit her lips as she rolled her eyes wondering what else was veiny.
Elena groaned and slid completely under the water for three seconds, came back up and pushed her wet hair off her face before taking a deep breath.
This was a problem. This was a very serious problem and she was leaving for Rome with him in the morning and she had approximately eight hours to get herself together. Could she even do that? Well she probably just needed to satisfy herself. That's what she's hungry for.
She reached over the edge of the bath, water sloshing gently against her breasts. Her hand found what she was looking for in the small bag she had brought in with her.
"I'm not going to think about you, bastard," she whispered under her breath, the lie tasting sweet on her tongue.
She was absolutely going to think about him.
The thick pleasure toy felt cool and heavy in her palm as she pulled it free. She bit her lower lip, already feeling that familiar throb between her thighs.