Luca nodded his thanks.
“Thank you, Madam,” I said.
“You are now the mistress of this house. Please, call me Melania.”
I smiled at her. “Only if you call me Skye.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded and stepped back.
Luca led me to his den. A fire was roaring in the fireplace and the room was wonderfully warm. As soon as he closed the door behind me, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me over to the fur rug. Laying me on it gently, he pulled my panties off… and devoured me. There was no other way to describe the way he ate me out.
Afterwards, he entered me. It was the best sex I’d ever had. I could tell by the awed expression on his face that it was the same for him. All those emotions, all the excitement rolled into a great wave of sensation that tore through us.
“I have to leave for China in an hour, and I will be gone for a week, but you’ll stay here and wait for me, won’t you?”
I nodded. I would always be here for him, for as long as he needed me.Chapter 46Skyehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJKm0KxQ2L4
-Heaven Can Wait-The nights dragged without Luca. I was happy in the greenhouse with John and I spoke to my father every day, but as the day turned into night I found myself alone and missing Luca. I invited Katie to come and stay a night with me and she did. She still couldn’t believe I was married to Luca, but once she had got over the shock of Torrington Hall, we settled down to a girly night, ordered pizza, and sat watching rom coms with masks on our faces. But the next day she was gone.
On the third night I was sitting reading a book in the Blue room, when Melania walked in.
“Would you like anything else before I retire, Madam?” No matter how many times I reminded her, she always went back to calling me Madam and now I was resigned to the fact that it was what felt most comfortable to her. She couldn’t see me as anything else but the mistress of the house and her superior.
I shook my head. “No. I think I’m fine.”
“Goodnight then. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Actually, don’t go yet, Melania. Come and have a little drink with me.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Please. I could do with the company.”
She ran her hands down her black dress and came forward. “All right. I suppose one little drink won’t hurt.”
I was so pleased she had accepted my invitation. I jumped to my feet. “What would you like?”
“Just a glass of white wine would be fine.”
“Sit, please sit, Melania,”’ I invited as she stood awkwardly by the sofa. She perched at the end of the sofa opposite where I had been sitting while I filled two glasses with straw-colored liquid.
I held a glass out to her and sat down.
“Thank you, Madam,” she said, taking a dainty sip.
“I’m not really the mistress of this house, you know.”
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Luca only married me because the FBI were going to force me to spy on him and if he married me they wouldn’t be able to make me testify against my husband. So I’m not really the mistress of this house.” I smiled to hide my pain. “Now will you please call me Skye.”
She stared at me for a few moments, then she calmly took a sip of her drink before she spoke. “I do not know why the master married you, but I do know it is not because he was afraid you would testify against him.”
“Why do you say that?”
She shrugged one shoulder, an elegant gesture. “Well, does the master ever discuss business in your presence?”
“Exactly,” she said simply. “Besides, I assume you found some method to let him know the FBI wanted you to betray him.”
“So there was never any need to marry you. He could simply have asked you to leave the house,” she finished logically.
I sighed. “It’s a bit more complicated than that. I owe money to the IRS and they were threatening to throw me in prison if I didn’t cooperate.”
She took another sip. “Did you owe many millions?”
“No, of course not. I don’t know exactly how much, because I haven’t calculated, but most probably less than a hundred thousand.”
“That’s pocket change for a man like him. He could easily have paid your taxes for you and walked away free.”
I put my glass down on the low table and looked up at her. “So why do you think he married me?”
She smiled at me. “That I do not know. He is an unknowable man. In all the years I have worked for him I have found him to be deep and clever. Often he thinks way ahead and only years later do I understand why he has done something. I’ll even admit the first night he brought you here, I thought he had made a mistake. I thought you were a little golddigger, but I was completely wrong. He had picked a kind-hearted girl of great character and soul.”