Chapter 85

I have to play this out if I've any chance of beating him. Lifting my wine glass, the other hand tugging a strand of my hair, to wash down the cream cannelloni, I shiver with the smallest breeze behind me as someone passes and glance up expecting to see the maid. The elderly gentlemen walks by and leaves the room with a puce colored face and bored expression. Heat envelopes me as an arm comes around my shoulder unexpectedly and a firm hot mouth kisses me on the exposed skin. "Hey, bambino … You okay?" that inner triumph sparks as Jake surrounds me with his heat and smell. Sitting in the recently evacuated seat next to me. I glance down, noting he's brought his glass of wine with him and push down the urge to beam in his presence, instead keeping my tone controlled and flat. "I'm fine." Just enough of a sigh to portray that I'm not. I should get an Oscar for this. "You want to go for a walk or go upstairs?" He sounds conce