“Alessandro, stop yelling at me. I’ll be fine. I just need to eat something.” She held onto the counter, but he swung her up into his arms. He settled her onto the bed and reached for bag holding the pyjamas he’d bought but a knock on the door interrupted him. “I can dress myself Alessandro. It’s probably room service.”
While he spoke to the person making the delivery of the food she’d ordered, she slipped into a pair of luxurious silk pyjamas. They felt cool and soft against her skin, and she ran her hand along them. She walked back into the living space just as he was closing the door. “When I go back to my apartment, I’m keeping these. I like them a lot.”
“Most women would say thank you,” he rolled his eyes at her rudeness.
“Thank you.” She responded dryly.
“How hungry are you?” He
