Chapter 14
Matteo stood in his foyer with Sheena to say goodbye to his guests. His muscles were tight, and he wanted to stretch but he was stuck until the last person went home. Luckily in polite society the lords and ladies were only expected to host between two and, at most, four events a year.
Stiffness wasn’t his style as he preferred to be moving and fluid, like on his skateboard.
The image of cruising around his grounds, showing Sheena how to coast, played in his mind. Then maybe he’d take Sheena’s clothes off and claim her again.
Or he’d do that first.
Sheena was his wife and he didn’t share. Sheena tugged on his arm and patted her belly. “How many people are left do you think?”
“Too many.” He counted over a hundred heads still in his ballroom.
She again patted her lower bell
