Making Mina 3: Compromising Positions Read Online Free PDF

new.  Giovanni wasn’t happy with her tone though.
    “ Mamma …” Giovanni began, but Mina squeezed his arm. He looked at her for a second and nodded, allowing Mina to handle the situation herself.
    “They are both credits to your parenting skills,” she said finally, her tone careful but not too deferential. “They have been very kind to me as both a foreigner and a guest.”
    Unlike some people I could name….
    “They are good boys,” Bianca nodded.  “Usually.”  A glimmer of satisfaction shone in her eyes for a moment before drifting down over Mina’s dress, landing on the still dark wine spots splattering the skirt.  “Have you been conducting one of your experiments again , mio figlio ?” She raised an enquiring eyebrow at Giovanni and he shook his head.
    “No Mamma , no experiments, just an unfortunate accident.  I managed to spill my drink earlier, but la dottoressa kindly forgave my clumsiness.”
    Mina squeezed his arm again in thanks.  It was bad enough to be a mess, but to be a klutz who couldn’t keep her own drink under control? Well, she didn’t want to think what Mamma Genovese would say to that .
    Dark eyes turned to her son. “That is what happens when you spend all your time locked up in one of those laboratories of yours.  You forget how to behave like a civilized human being.”
    Giovanni sighed dramatically, playing the joker again. “ Mamma’s right--it’s a terrible sight. Physicists are so uncivilized. White coats askew, sniffing whiteboard markers, smashing particles left and right.”
    Mina could tell it was an old argument, but Bianca wasn’t playing.  She lifted her chin and sniffed delicately before turning her back on Giovanni.
    “Since my son refuses to tend to his duties as host, please allow me to escort you to your rooms so that you can change.” She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and took a less than complimentary look at Mina’s ruined dress. “With all of Marco’s guests here you wouldn’t want to look…” she paused a little too long before finishing, “ underdressed .”
    Two spots of color burned on Mina’s cheeks. “Yes, of course,” she untangled her arm from Giovanni’s, not meeting his gaze. She didn’t need his sympathy; she just needed to make her escape. “But there is no need for you to accompany me, Signora .  I can take care of myself.” She gathered her skirt in her hands and nodded as gracefully as she could to the woman in front of her. “Perhaps we can continue our discussion after I’ve made repairs?”  She stood straight and proud, refusing to look like she was running away even if she was.  A little. “If it wouldn’t be an imposition, of course.”
    Bianca gave her one last calculating look and nodded her agreement. “I look forward to your return.”
    Strangely, Mina believed her.  She watched the older woman walk away through the crowd, her back straight, her black hair shimmering with threads of silver, and felt a weight lift from her shoulders. Maybe there was a chance for her to be accepted after all.
    Giovanni was strangely tense beside her, and she smiled at him impulsively.  “Don’t worry--I’ll only be a minute.  Will you still be around?”  Mina was already casting through her mind for another suitable dress--with underwear this time--when he answered.
    “Perhaps I should walk you upstairs.” A faint line appeared between his eyebrows and Mina thought how nice it was of him to be concerned for her.
    “No, no…  I can find my way.  You could do me a favor, though.”  She looked around the room, but couldn’t see Marco anywhere.
    “Certainly. What can I do?”
    “Let Marco know what happened.” She rolled her eyes a little at the necessity. Damn possessive Italian men.  “I don’t want him to go looking for me and be angry that he can’t find me.”
    Giovanni nodded once, understanding clear on his face.  “I’ll make sure to let him know where you are if I see