Page 32 of Her Ruthless Owner
"Just one last thing to do,tesoro."
Honestly, I'm starting to feel disappointed about how insensitive he's being. Couldn't we have breakfast before coming here? It's not like—-OH SHIT.
A nurse with a blood extraction kit enters the laboratory, and I start feeling a little faint as she takes the seat across mine.
"Un momento, signorina," she says with a smile. "I just need to take a sample of your blood."
Something flashes in the air, and I feel even fainter as I watch her insert a really,reallylong needle into a syringe.
I remember Cesare andLa Stregadiscussing the need to have a doctor see me over last night's dinner, and I also remember telling them how I was fine with that as long as it didn't involve someone poking me with a needle.
I remember Cesare not saying a word, and idiot that I am, I had thought his silence signified his agreement.
But obviously that's not the case, and since Cesare is notLa Strega'sgrandson for nothing—-
Shit, shit, shit!
No freaking wonder he's delayed us having breakfast. Blood tests typically require individuals to fast a certain number of hours, and when the nurse reaches for my arm to tie a tourniquet around it—-
Oh no, you don't!
The hemophobic wimp in me freaks out, and all hell breaks loose.
Chapter Nine
Cesare
MASSIMO:È vero? It took three men to keep her still?
Cesare:Sì.
Massimo:And that she managed to give one of them a shiner?
Cesare:Also true.
Massimo:I do not know whether to think you are lucky or unlucky.
