Page 22 of Undeniable

“Good morning, Tasha,” he says.

“Morning,” I say suspiciously.

“Did you have a good weekend?” He asks as we make our way into the kitchen like usual.

There I see that he has two mugs of coffee already poured as well as two coffee cake muffins, which I recently told Alessandro are my absolute favorite thing to eat for breakfast. Has the little spy been telling his dad information about me? Not that I really mind, I kind of like the idea of Giovanni asking about me, or at least paying attention when Alessandro talks about me.

“It could have been better,” I say boldly as I maintain eye contact with him and raise a brow.

He must pick up on my reference because his brows raise in surprise before his eyes smolder. His tongue darts out and wets his lips and I can’t help but watch with rapt attention.

“You?” I ask as I grab one of the cups of coffee and bring it slowly up to my lips.

“Mine could have been better too,” he says lowly, his meaning clear.

Well, this is certainly a turning point. I got to say I really like this other side of Giovanni. Before I can push our little flirtation further, Alessandro comes into the room, rushing up to hug me. I drop to my knees and scoop him up into my arms. He giggles with excitement as I smile widely before tweaking his nose and standing back up.

“Good morning,” I say as he walks over to hug his dad.

“Morning,” Alessandro smiles as Giovanni hugs him.

Giovanni gives me a warm smile before letting go of his son and reaching for one of the muffins. He takes a slow bite, while keeping his silver eyes trained on me. I never thought there was a sexy way to eat a crumbly muffin, but Giovanni is obviously an expert at this fine art form based on the pooling warmth in my lower belly.

He brushes a crumb off of his lip with his thumb before sucking on it slowly, a mirth filled smile playing on his lips. He seems to know that he is getting to me and also seems to be enjoying it.Asshole.

“Alright well I am off. I will be late tonight. I will try to get home as soon as possible.”

“No worries, we will be just fine.”

He smiles and nods before kissing the top of Alessandro’s head. “Ti amo figliolo,” he says to Alessandro.

“Ti amo papa,” he replies with perfect enunciation.

It always amazes me how fast children can pick up on new languages or really anything. It is hard for adults to wrap their minds around learning a new language and how to change their inflections with words, but if you learn as a child everything seems so much easier.

“See you soon,” Giovanni says to me, sparks of something promising dancing in his eyes.

“Bye,” I say, trying to sound casual but failing miserably as my voice only comes out extremely breathy.

When the door shuts and his car fires up and drives away, I turn to Alessandro.

“Waffles?”

“Yes!” He shouts.

Breakfast has kind of become our thing. We make it together every morning and he even helps me clean up afterwards. After breakfast I hear the doorbell ring. My body instantly tenses as I look carefully over to Alessandro.

“I’ll get it!” He shouts excitedly as he starts running towards the door.

“No!” I shout before I practically tackle him. “I will get it buddy. How about you play with your Legos? I will be right back, okay?”

He shrugs and turns to head back into the living room. I take a deep breath before I blow it out and square my shoulders. When I reach for the door, my hand shakes a bit and I have to physically will it to stop.

I open the door to see a woman in her mid twenties with a wide smile, a swollen belly and a little girl at her side. The kid part makes me feel a little better and I attempt a friendly smile.

“Hello, can I help you?” I greet.

Before she opens her mouth to answer Alessandro shouts, “Seraphina!”

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