Free Faster Dirtier (Take Me...#5) (A Team Ferrelli Novel) by Colleen Masters Page B

is absolutely
break-taking, especially at night. The Italian hills roll across the landscape,
dotted with the far-off lights of other estates. It’s crazy to believe that
just a couple of days ago I was falling asleep in my old childhood bedroom. Now
here I am, halfway around the world, gearing up to make all of my wildest
fantasies come true.
    What could possibly make this exciting moment better?
    I jump a foot in the air as a loud burst of music rings out
from behind me. Whipping around at the unexpected blast of noise, I can feel my
heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. I’m already keyed up with excited
nerves—a surprise is the last thing I need. I squint into the shadows beyond
the glow of the string lights and find a pair of dark eyes gazing back at me.
My rapidly beating heart stops cold as I see who’s come out to join me for a
breath of air.
    It’s Enzo.
    Oh my
god, I think to myself, staring at him across the terrace. He must have seen me scamper away
from him earlier. I wonder if Siena sent him out here to introduce himself
before the big announcement? But I don’t have time to ponder his
intentions now.
    “I hope I’m not intruding,” he begins, his voice clear and
low. All at once, every word I’ve ever known abandons me, leaving me speechless
in his presence. I have to rally each one of my brain cells in order to come up
with a somewhat coherent response.
    “How could you be intruding in your own house?” I manage to
reply, taking a quick sip of my drink. Hopefully, he mistakes my nervous
imbibing for I-don’t-give-a-fuck coolness.
    “Good point,” Enzo says amiably, taking a step my way.
    Oh my god
oh my god oh my god, I scream inside my head, it’s him it’s him it’s—
    “I should have said, mind if I keep you company out here?”
he goes on, interrupting my rapturous stream of consciousness.
    His gorgeous body is coming closer to mine by the second. I
let my eyes skirt along his tall, cut form, remembering all at once what it
looked like naked. Big mistake, thinking about that, now. I feel an aching
twinge between my legs, remembering the amazing orgasms I gave myself just
thinking of his body. The body that’s headed my way...with two incredible
looking cocktails in tow.
    “Double fisting it?” I ask Enzo, striving for levity as I
glance at the two drinks.
    “Double fisting?” he echoes, raising an eyebrow at me, “Is that what the kids are into
these days?”
    “No, I just…I mean...” Shit. He’s going to think I’m some
kind of ravenous sex fiend. And with what he’s doing to me right now, he may
not be far off. “You’ve got a drink in each hand, not...” I hurry on, trying to
explain myself.
    “I know what you meant,” Enzo laughs. The devious gleam in his
eyes only stokes the heat rising in my core. “I just wanted to see if you blush
easily,” he goes on. “Apparently, you do. Good to know.” 
    Why does he want to know if I’m a blusher? Does he have
something blush-worthy in mind for me? Holy crap...is Enzo Lazio hitting on me
right now? Between the banter, and the blushing, and the second drink—is that
even possible?
    Don’t get
ahead of yourself, Vaughn, I warn myself silently. He’s probably just
trying to make me feel welcome, or something.
    “It’s just a Scottish thing,” I tell him, blushing wildly
even as we speak.
    “Whatever you say,” Enzo replies, grinning mischievously.
More than welcomingly, I’d say. “Actually, one of these drinks was supposed to
be for you,” he goes on, “But it looks like you’ve got it covered.”
    “Well. I’m nothing if not self-sufficient,” I say, striving
for a friendly tone. I take a sip on my drink, hoping to obscure my red cheeks.
If he’s not hitting on me right now—and I sincerely doubt that he is—I don’t
want to make things weird between us. We’ll be coworkers soon, after all.
Workplace romances are never a good idea.
    “I wouldn’t say that,” he says in reply, easing his