14.
Ginevra
“We’re taking you out. A date.”
Those words of Corrado’s, ones he’d spoke in her ear after she was drifting in and out of sleep between the two men in bed while her body hummed from one of the most erotic things she had ever experienced in her life, rang through her mind as she surveyed the items on the bed.
The silver boxes rested open on the bed as she eyed each item set out in front of her.
Black, patent leather, peep-toe stilettos with red soles rested in one box, and a black dress with a designer tag that made her blink rested in another. The layered necklace, glittering with red gems—were those real?—would hang low in the deep neckline of the dress.
And the matching earrings were just as beautiful.
Not to mention expensive.
“Miss?”
Ginevra glanced over her shoulder at the woman standing just behind her, full of styling tools, makeup, and whatever else the woman needed to pamper her. Because to Corrado and Alessio, a date could not be just a date.
It had to be a whole experience.
One Ginevra needed.
Or that’s what they explained.
This was a lot.
Then again, so were those men.
“Would you like to begin?” the woman asked.
“Where do we even start?”
Cassidy—that was the woman’s name—grinned. “Well, wherever you like? They told me this day was your day. So, it’s all up to you.”
Right.
“I’m not used to being spoiled,” she admitted.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, though.”
Ginevra liked this woman.
And those men.
“I’ll let you pick,” she said, giving Cassidy a smile.
“You got it.”
• • •
A low whistle cut through the penthouse as Ginevra turned the corner. The appreciative sound from Alessio had Ginevra grinning, and standing beside him at the door looking just as good in his suit as Alessio did in a blazer and black slacks, was a smirking Corrado.
“Look at you, huh?” Alessio said, his gaze drinking her in.
Corrado did the same—his deepening sexily. “I should send that boutique and their people a bonus, yeah?”
Alessio nodded. “Definitely.”
“That’s enough from the two of you,” Ginevra said, unsure of how to handle their attention when it was on her like this. Some things just took time to get used to, she supposed. This was one of those for her. “And I think you went a little overboard today.”
“We didn’t do enough.”
“Agreed,” Alessio replied.
Ginevra sighed, coming to a stop in front. Brushing her fingers over the shoulder of Corrado’s suit jacket, her gaze turned on Alessio. “I think this is the first time I have ever seen you wear something that isn’t black jeans, a leather jacket, and a plain shirt. I like it.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
“I like you as you are, too.”
“You better.”
“He cleans up well,” Corrado murmured.
Alessio flashed his teeth in a tempting grin. “But only when I’m forced to.”
“See,” she said, “overboard.”
“Not at all.” Corrado’s hand slipped around to her lower back, and with a gentle nudge, they headed out of the penthouse after Alessio opened the door. “Besides, this was just for fun. And you don’t get enough of that here, do you?”
“I think I’m wearing about five thousand dollars between these clothes and the jewelry—”
“About fifteen, actually.”
Ginevra balked. “How is that fun?”
Because now she was just worried that she might lose the goddamn necklace or earrings. That was before she thought to ask just how much of that fifteen thousand belonged to the dress, the lingerie she wore under it, or the shoes on her feet.
Damn.
“For a Guzzi,” Alessio said behind her as he locked the door, “spending money is fun.”
Corrado shrugged. “Yeah, mostly.”
All Ginevra could do in response to that was laugh because it seemed so excessive. And yet, she wasn’t at all surprised.
“Besides,” Alessio said, coming up to her other side as they waited at the bank of elevators, “the best part of having a beautiful woman at your side is getting to show her off.”
“And reminding everyone else that she is not theirs.”
Alessio chuckled. “Exactly that.”
Ginevra shook her head. “Terrible. Both of you.”
“And yet, you like it,” Alessio returned. “Does that say more about you, or us?”
Well ...
“That’s fair,” Ginevra said softly.
Alessio pressed a quick kiss to her temple as the elevator doors opened. Corrado let his fingers dance up the low cut back of her dress. Both actions did different things to her body.
Tempting.
Both lovely.
This would be an interesting night.
Of that, Ginevra was most sure.
• • •
Ginevra learned that it was one thing to deal with Alessio or Corrado individually. The two of them were a handful when it was just them, smirks and cockiness included. But when someone had to handle these two men at the same time?
A woman didn’t stand a chance.
Ginevra was not an exception to that rule. All it took was Corrado murmuring in her ear, leaning forward from the back seat to tell her the history of a building they passed, while Alessio’s hand stayed curved around her thigh as he navigated the Mercedes-Benz into a parking spot.
They were two different men, and that’s what enthralled her the most when both of their attentions focused in on her, even if they did it in different ways. Despite their uniqueness, she was very much present for both.
“It’s a bar, restaurant, club ... everything, really,” Corrado said. “Depends on the day of the week, and what they’ve had planned.”
“And private,” Alessio added.
Corrado winked at Ginevra. “Members only, for those with deep enough pockets to be invited to join.”
“And you two are members, hmm?”
“We are. They invited us through my oldest brother, Marcus, who likes to use this as a meeting hub when he doesn’t want to have those in a more public place.”
She didn’t see a sign on the side of the old brick building they parked beside, and she hadn’t noticed one at the front, either. “What’s it called?”
“The Clubhouse.”
Ginevra snickered. “That doesn’t sound ... innocent.”
“It’s not meant to,” Alessio teased with a grin. “That’s why it’s private.”
“But today,” Corrado added, giving Alessio a look that quieted him, “we’re having dinner, getting out of the penthouse, and having fun. Nothing crazy.”
“Right.”
Because they made her crazy.
A little.
They were still close.
Still touching her.
That was enough to make any woman insane when her body was constantly ready ... hyperaware and finding a sinful temptation in every grin or word tossed her way.