“Why are we still standing by the doorway?” Pietro asked as he pointed to the dining room. “Dinner is ready so we might as well get it going.” He smiled and led the way.
As Marko started moving, Alina pouted at him. “Aren’t you going to offer me your arm, Marko?”
Marko frowned, “why would I do that?”
Alina battered her fake lashes at him. “That’s what a gentleman would do.”
Nicole snorted and covered her mouth with her free hand, chuckling. “Oh, he’s no gentleman, I assure you.” Nicole looked at Alina for a few seconds before turning her teasing gaze to Marko. “And I am sure you wouldn’t want his hands anywhere on you tonight. You might never know where they have been.” She went up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his chin before winking at him and letting go of his arm. “I’m famish
