Page 4 of A Valentino Princess
“Yeah, you are,” he says, closing the bathroom door and walking over to the windows and testing the lights. “Everything seems to be in order. Have a good night.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when he walks out my bedroom door. Finally. And then I hear it, his laugh. I bet he’s found my real wardrobe. I don’t care, though. I’m not ashamed for liking nice things. I want to go and yell at him to stop snooping through my apartment, but more than that, I want to shower and sleep.
When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted by darkness.Argh. Why?I was really hoping to sleep through the night this time. It’s still pitch black outside, but I know there is no going back to sleep for me. I can never get back to sleep once I’m awake. Rolling over, I check the time on my alarm clock. Three in the morning.
Well, it’s better than yesterday when I woke up at one thirty.
I climb out of bed and make my way through the dark into the kitchen. I don’t bother turning on the lights. There’s enough of it emanating through the curtains from the city outside. I just need a glass of water, and I don’t have to see much for that. But right as I’m reaching up to grab a glass, I feel something cold and hard press into the back of my neck. I scream, and then a hand comes and covers my mouth.
Oh god, this is not happening.
I quickly lift a leg and stomp down on my attacker’s foot. A bare foot.What kind of idiot breaks into an apartment without shoes?My elbow flies backwards into a chest.Shit!And that’s when I realize he’s not wearing a shirt either.
Chapter Four
“Fuck, stop fighting me,” I tell Helena, slowly releasing my grip on her. “And what the fuck are you doing sneaking around in the dark? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Marco? What the hell areyoudoing?” Helena spins around and shoves at my chest. I place the gun down on the counter behind me. “And where are your clothes?” she screams at me.
“It’s the middle of the night. I was sleeping,” I explain. “What are you doing up?”
“It’s my apartment. If I want to walk around, I can,” she snaps before her eyes travel up and down my chest.
“I asked why are you up this early?” I repeat my question more clearly.
“It’s none of your damn business.” Helena turns around, grabbing the glass from the cabinet she was reaching for before I interrupted her. My eyes drop to her ass.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be looking.But she’s got nothing on but a pair of tiny-as-fuck shorts and a barely-there tank top with those long legs of hers on full display.
“If you’re done looking at my ass, move. I need the tap,” Helena says, spinning around to pin me with a glare.
“I wasn’t looking at your ass. I was looking at your legs,” I correct her.
“Pervert,” she whispers, but I catch the small smile she tries to hide as I move aside so she can reach the faucet.
“Why can’t you sleep?”
“I don’t sleep a lot,” Helena answers without looking at me.
“Maybe you just need to find a way to relax. You’re really wound up tight.” I know of one way I could help. It’ll end with me in a shallow grave, though.
“I’m fine,” she says, sipping at her water. “Besides, if I wanted to relax, I have a vibrator for that.” She smirks at me.
My eyes widen. “Baby, if you think a vibrator is better than the real deal, better than I could…Fuck—nope,forget I said anything.” I come to my senses and take a step back. I cannot be talking to her like this. Helena isn’t some random chick I met at the club. She’s a Valentino. She’s my boss’s little sister.
“No, you can’t take back what you said. Unless, of course, you’re all talk and afraid of having to put your money where your mouth is.” Helena lifts the glass to her lips. As she goes to drink it, the water spills down the front of her white tank top.
Fucking hell, she really is trying to get me killed.
“Stop.” I hold out a hand towards her.
“Oh no, I’ve spilled water all over myself.” She smiles as she takes a step forward, forcing me to take one back. My hand falls to my side and my ass hits the counter.
Helena reaches behind me. Her head tilts up towards mine and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Why the hell is that so damn hot?No, it’s not hot. It’s trouble.
“Why do you look scared? Have you never had a woman press herself up against you before?” Her voice drops to something new. Something seductive.
