A Tryst at Midnight
Copyright © 2012 by Serenity King
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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.
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