Chapter 45 Marianna

• "Marianna, why are you walking around my house dressed like that?" De Luca snaps. He looks angry but I know he's just frustrated. The poor man has been forced to watch as I strut around his house half-naked but hasn't been allowed to touch. Well, it's more like he's the one keeping the distance while I work tirelessly to get his attention. It's been a week since I asked him to leave my room and it seems he's holding a grudge. The petty bastard. But he gets points for the control he's displayed so far. His men? Not so much.
• Batting my eyelashes at him, I ask "Dressed like what?"
• "Like... Fuck, you're practically naked, woman"