Page 27 of Between Us

Alessandra moved her gaze away from the ironing board because no, she didn’t need to screw up some more. She turned off the lights and stepped out into the hallway. “Are you done interrogating me?”

“No.”

She rolled her eyes as she headed for the bedroom. “Ifyou must know, I did enjoy it. Satisfied?”

“No. What’s he like in bed? Does he have a big dick?”

“Mia!” Alessandra hissed, scandalized.

The other girl laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I wouldn’t even know. It’s not like I have something to compare it with.”

“He’s tall and has some nice muscles on him, so I’m just going to assume he has an equally attractive dick.”

Alessandra laughed back, plopping down on the bed, her body bouncing up slightly as it met the mattress.

“I saw your mom at lunch yesterday. She seemed… concerned. Have you talked to her yet?”

“I called her the day after the wedding. I tried to tell her that I was fine, but I don’t think she really believed me.”

“Maybe you should pay her a visit.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk to Roman about it.”

She’d thought about visiting her family, but hadn’t yet dared to touch the subject with her husband. It had only been a little over a week since the wedding, and she wasn’t sure how her request would be received, so she had decided to wait a little longer.

The sound of a car pulling in the driveway filled the lovely quietness of the bedroom. She sat up and walked over to the windows to see who it was. Roman stepped out of his Mercedes, dressed in one of his suits, sans the jacket. He headed for the front door, and Alessandra decided to cut short her chat with Mia.

“Hey, can I call you back later? Roman is home.”

“Sure. Take care.”

After hanging up, she headed out of the room, taking the stairs down to the ground floor. Roman was in the foyer, studying an envelope from the bank that hadappeared in the mail that morning. He looked up at the sound of her bare feet hitting the steps.

“Hey,” Alessandra greeted with a smile. “You’re home early.”

She hadn’t seen him since the night before when they’d had a late dinner together. Her eyes quickly scanned his broad frame, lingering for only a second below his belt buckle on the bulge she was becoming quite acquainted with. Feeling her cheeks turn red, she met his eyes and tried to chase away thoughts of her conversation with Mia about her emerging sex life.

“I’m on my way to one of the nightclubs,” he said. “But first, I need to pick up something from the study.”

She nodded, not even bothering to ask what that something was, knowing it was none of her business.

He walked over to give her a quick peck on the lips, and she fought the impulse to wrap her arms around his neck and deepen it. “What were you doing?”

“Laundry.”

His lips curved up. “Laundry?”

“Yeah, the hamper was full.” She shrugged then gave him a sheepish look. “I was wondering… do you happen to have any light-blue dress shirts?”

Roman looked at her for a long moment. His smile widened a little as he seemed to realize why she was asking that. “One or two, but I’m pretty sure I left them at the apartment. What did you do?”

“I may have mixed one of your white shirts with my blue dress?” She gave him an apologetic smile. “I think the color came off.”

Roman chuckled, and she was a bit relieved that he didn’t seem upset about it. “I’ll ask Annika to show you how to use the washing machine.”

“Annika?”

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