A Tryst at Midnight
Copyright © 2012 by Serenity King
Piero Alesi watched the brown-skinned woman, Adanna, his cousin Carina’s best-friend, as she punched the ball over the net. Carina was right on her heels barking orders. Piero had to laugh. Carina was a handful. She was below average height at about 5’2”, curvaceous, with long, wavy, dark hair that she’d highlighted. Adanna, on the other hand, was taller and had a slim, flattering figure. Her shapely frame accentuated her height impeccably. A small waist, a lush ass, and breasts that weren’t large or small. They were just right and would fit perfectly in his palms.
The swimsuit she wore was on the revealing side. To his unpracticed eye, it looked like a few pieces of material sawn together. She wore a cover-up that didn’t cover much as far as he was concerned. From the looks that some of his male relatives were giving her, Piero knew that they were thinking the same thing. His family was and always had been a rowdy bunch. It was how most large Italian families were.
A sudden screech had Piero snapping his head around. Apparently Adanna had been hit in the head with the ball. His body stiffened and then relaxed as Adanna shook it off and continued to play.
“Is it the game or the women that have your utter attention, Piero?”
Piero glanced up at his cousin Nicco. He didn’t want to let it show that he was annoyed that his cousin had interrupted his quiet observation of…well, not women. There was only one woman who held his attention. Adanna. He wouldn’t tell Nicco that.
“Both, Nicco.” He smiled at his cousin.
“Ah, I know what you mean,” Nicco said taking a seat in one of the lounge chairs next to him. “Beauty to behold, no?”
Piero peeked at him from half closed lids, wondering just who Nicco was talking about, especially considering the majority of the women were relatives. Piero followed his cousin’s gaze just to be sure. Piero loved his cousin dearly and didn’t want to cause him bodily harm, but if he was watching Adanna, Piero would hurt him. For sure Nicco fancied himself a lady’s man. He was. They both were. However, Adanna was not one to be toyed with. Not by his cousin or anyone else for that matter.
Sure enough, Nicco’s gaze landed on Adanna.
“Do not get hurt, Nicco,” Piero said quietly, not taking his eyes off of Adanna.
“I could say the same to you, Piero,” Nicco retorted.
“You could. But you won’t,” Piero said, giving his cousin a deadly stare.
“You just came home from being in Italy for over two years. How have you staked a claim on a woman who has not had contact with you on any level?” Nicco asked with a cocky grin. “I see her all the time.”
“Adanna is off limits, Nicco.”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Piero. I think that it is time to add some chocolate to my diet…no?”
“Then I suggest you get yourself a chocolate bar or find yourself another supply. Else you will find yourself at the hands of one pissed off Italian cousin…no?” He lowered his voice. “Do not play this game, Nicco, or I will snatch your heart out of your chest with my bare hands.”Nicco gave a boisterous laugh. “Stake your claim or lose the game, Piero,” he said before getting up and leaving Piero pissed off and alone.