"I'm very sorry about my mother," Alessandro said as soon as we sat in the luxurious cream leather seats inside the private jet. "I don't know why she acted that way."
"I suppose that's how mothers are," I replied with a smile, trying not to ease the atmosphere, which already felt charged with that special and dangerous air of mutual attraction that was forbidden to extend even an inch further. "It's okay."
"Do you suppose that's how they are? What do you mean?" Alessandro asked after taking off his blazer and settling right in front of me, on a spacious armchair that, I deduced, could also be turned into a semi-double bed.
I was surprised that Alessandro asked, considering he was the one who hired me, and I assumed he was already aware of my family situation.
"I say that because I don
