I let the gown fall to the ground when the doctor exits. That’s when Luca walks in. Tall, chiseled masculine. Perfect in every way except in all the morally sound ways women want their men to adhere to. His skin is bronzed, and his gaze is ferocious as he takes in my naked body from head to toe. “Just as I hoped I’d find you.”
I should be horrified that he’s seeing me at my most vulnerable, but how many exposed women have his eyes seen? If the internet has anything to say about it, it’s probably thousands. Luca has confidence I’ve never seen in a man before. His gaze tells me my body is an instrument he is skilled at playing. His tongue skirts across his bottom lip. “I’m still in shock,” I explain, not having anything intelligent to say, I figure I should stick to the truth.
“Rossi gave you the details.” Luca reaches behind a door that must lead to a bathroom and unhooks a silk robe. He tosses it on the bed.
“Details?” I shriek. “You’re some prince turned porn star and that was more than enough details, he gave me a trough filled with manure.”
He cocks his head to the side. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
I ignore his plea for explanation. “Having women get a physical upon entering isn’t the best way to romance, just so you know. Maybe say hello before you force a doctor between my legs.”
His grin is mischievous. “It’s easier this way.”
“Do you do this often? I’m starting to feel a bit like a sex worker myself right now.” “Oh, sweet Elizabeth. I haven’t even touched you… yet.”
“Answer the question,” I fire back, reaching for the robe and tying it on as his eyes catalog my every movement. “Do you do this often?”
“No. Once a year when I take a holiday.” He steps toward me. “Are you angry? Hungry? How can I please you? No sex until your labs come back, but in the meantime, tell me what you want.”
“A proper meeting!”
He extends his hand. “I am Luca Bianchi. Charmed to meet you.”
When I slip my hand into his, he flips it, and brings it to his lips and places a warm kiss on the center of my palm. “I… I… It’s nice to meet you, Luca. Call me Lizzy.”
He doesn’t release my hand, in fact, he kisses my wrist and flicks his eyes up to meet mine. “How about I just call you mine?”