Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina OW Page B

way.
    Damn! Fuck! He shifted uncomfortably on his chair as he watched
her lift another fork full of pasta to her supple lips. They either had to end
their touring early or he had to occupy his mind with something other than
those lips on his…
    “How do you like Rome so far?” he blurted out,
settling his fork back in the pasta bowl. There was no way he was going to be
able to eat with how tight his stomach was with lust. He needed to relieve the
pressure first and she was having too much fun to attend to his needs.
    He checked his watch. In another…six hours! He groaned
closing his eyes, he wasn’t going to last that long!
    “Allan, are you all right?”
    Allan opened his eyes and met her worried ones. “Yes,
I’m fine,” he said with a strained voice. He picked up his fork and forced the
pasta into his mouth for emphasis.
    Her face brightened again. “Good. I’ve never had so
much fun in my life! It’s so wonderful here I may never want to leave. And the
food, wow, I mean wow. The Italian restaurants at home don’t even come close.
Every ingredient they use is so fresh and juicy. Did you know they make their
own pasta from scratch, no one does that anymore and—” She suddenly stopped
pulling her lower lip into her mouth. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”
    And turning
my balls blue! He smiled. “I
don’t mind.” The hell he didn’t, but what else could he say? Let’s go to the bathroom so that I can
release myself inside you?
    Her brows arched the way they did when she was
worried. “I know you must have seen all this before. I just hope it’s not
boring for you.”
    He reached across the table and took her hand. “I like
seeing Italy through your eyes. It feels like I’m seeing it for the first time.
I like that and it’s more exciting than ever.”
    She smiled. “I’m glad.” She bounced excitedly in her
chair. “So what next?”
    Allan chuckled. “More sight-seeing, and then finally back to the hotel and we can
order dinner in our suite. Is that agreeable?”
    “Most definitely,” she said, her eyes widening as she
looked over his shoulder. “Oh, I like that.” Then she was up out of her chair
and rushing for whatever it was she saw without another word.
    Allan turned around after her, laughing. He watched
her try to communicate with the street vendor, pointing at a hat in his cart
but the man was more interested in placing ornaments in her hair as the woman
with him fastened a beautiful pendant around her neck both praising her beauty
in Italian. Finally Riana turned to him with a helpless smile on her face.
    Allan shook his head chuckling. He stood up and
signaled for the waiter. “ Portare il conto laggiù per favore .” He pointed to Riana asking him to bring their bill
to where she was, then he turned and leisurely walked to her rescue.
    “Allan, I have no idea what they are saying but I like
the stuff they are putting on me,” she confessed laughingly.
    Unable to help himself, he leaned down and captured
her lips in a long, slow kiss. He pulled away, his eyes on her flushed face.
“You look beautiful.”
    The vendors began to clap and Allan chuckled when
Riana hid her face in his chest. He stiffened when the man started talking
about young love and how he should always make sure his piccola bellezza stayed happy because she had a smile that rivaled the
intensity of the sun. It warmed him right to his heart.
    Riana didn’t notice his reaction because the lady had
already pulled her away, showing her more jewelry that would make her more
beautiful for him so he would love her more. Riana just laughed, not
understanding a word but having the time of her life.
    He’d heard this type of sales pitch before—using a
person’s emotions to close a sale. But for some reason, Riana and him being
referred to as a couple madly in love sat wrong with him. He was spared further
contemplation when the waiter arrived with their bill. He pulled out a few
notes from his pocket and