Lust for Danger: A Mafia Romance -- Book One: The Family [Erotic Mafia Romance Book]

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Author: Angela Jordan
removing all trace of his presence from the rumpled covers they’d shared just that morning.
     
    He was gone.
     
    Her eyes welled up instantly; seeing the room empty of his presence somehow made the breakup seem all the more real, and all the more final. Jessica was a strong woman, and she knew she’d made the right decision – but still, this was a lot to process all at once.
     
    She closed the door and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling while allowing herself a moment to grieve for the love that she’d lost.
     
    Of all the breakups she’d had, this one didn’t feel quite as painful as some of the others. Maybe that should tell her something – maybe it was never right to begin with. She’d known they were very different people, and it had been a struggle, at times, to make it work. But she’d tried, damn it – she’d really tried. After all, weren’t relationships about compromise?
     
    But there was compromise, and then there was… compromise . And some things – like cheating – were non-negotiable.
     
    “Fucking asshole,” she muttered to herself, wiping her eye with the back of her hand. “Fucking idiot.”
     
    She peeled herself off the bed and heading straight to the bathroom. A long, hot shower would help to clear her thoughts.
     
    And indeed, it did the trick – as she stood there under the steaming hot water, she realized her sadness was far outweighed by her confidence that she’d made the right decision.
     
    It was a sad thing that had happened, sure, but at least she didn’t feel like she’d made a mistake.
     
    Stepping out of the shower, she realized it was only 8:30 PM, and she was suddenly struck by how lucky she was. It was a beautiful evening in Rome, and she had the night to herself – with no commitments, no obligations to anyone. She could do anything she wanted; no more worrying about what Tyler wanted to do, or whether she was boring him with all her talk about what he always referred to as her “art stuff.”
     
    She could go wander down to the Trévi fountain, and linger as long as she wanted by the beautiful, larger-than-life marble sculpture with all its intricate detail.
     
    Or maybe she could spend the night curled up in her bathrobe, watching old movies and ordering Champagne from room service.
     
    Hmm… those were both good options. But they were both so typical-Jessica. She’d always been the bookish type, more interested in museums than nightclubs. And tonight, she was looking to live it up a little.
     
    She smiled.
     
    For the first time in a long time, she felt like going out on the town.
     
    She walked over to her closet and opened it up, inspecting the dresses she’d packed and running her hands over them one by one as she considered her options. Mostly she’d brought “daytime” outfits, and she wasn’t too inspired by what she saw before her. But as she kept looking, she started to piece something together in her mind.
     
    “Hmm,” she said out loud. There was a royal blue sleeveless dress that caught her eye, and she could pair it with that slim black belt with a gold buckle she’d picked up at a little boutique the day before. She had the perfect pair of black heels to go with it, too. Before she knew it, she was caught up in a flurry of activity, her bathrobe cast to the floor as she whipped the clothes over her head.
     
    She spun around in the mirror, admiring herself. Perfect. The dress fit her gorgeously, and it showed off the curves of her hips in just the right amount to be suggestive while still keeping it classy.
     
    “Jessica,” she said to herself, “you are one foxy lady.”
     
    She dried her hair in a flash, still wearing the outfit but just kicking off her heels – she didn’t want to take the outfit off and risk having that euphoric feeling go away. She did her makeup in a hurry, just a smudge of light lipstick and a quick swipe of eyeliner – what she called her “no-makeup makeup” look. She
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