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arrange herself inside the small car, noticing how she pulled her legs together by the side, her thighs closed, her ankles united. Her black hair slid along the front of her shirt, and she put it back behind her shoulder, revealing a white pearl earring on her round lobe. Instinctively, he knew those earrings were hers, whereas the bracelet was a gift. She was a pearl woman, not a diamond one. He liked that thought. All his liaisons had ended with a diamond token—back when it was customary to dismiss one’s mistresses with a gift. Only two women had received pearls from him.
    Her sharp intake of breath was followed by, “We should go.”
    He realized he had been staring at her ear longer than required, longer than she needed to know he had been looking at her. He walked to the back, popped open the trunk where he stored her briefcase, then went to the driver’s side. Once inside, he was enveloped in her scent and immediately pushed the button to lower the canopy, then thought of asking if she was okay with it.
    Without saying a word, she nodded, then looked at the opposite side. He commanded the garage door open, then waited for it to roll up to the ceiling, and thought it was taking much longer than usual. He hit the gas and let the open convertible out of the house and into the street, barely missing an incoming car.
    The enforcer didn’t comment on his driving skills and he didn’t say anything. The whole ride was an awkward affair of half-said sentences on her end and recklessly pushing the Mercedes to its limits on his. One moment he wanted to strangle her, the next he wanted to kiss her so much it left him aching. He hated her, then lusted after her in the span of two blinks. He thought of himself as a rational man, motivated by the simplest of drives, adoring women topmost on his list. Yet, after a few hours in Ravenna Del Sarto’s presence, he had already acted beastly on several occasions. He always flirted with women, no matter their age, and he was always pleasant, but he hadn’t flirted with her, and he had been anything but pleasant to her. While racing through the still deserted streets of the historic center of Rome, his thoughts went back to the visit to his playroom. He had taken great pleasure in cornering her. He knew he should have been ashamed of what he had done. He had never used his charm that way before. The human women he invited to play with him were not only willing, but oftentimes begged for his special attentions.
    “This is the third red light you’ve ignored.” The enforcer primly sat on the red leather seat, on her face a disdainful look all for him.
    He imagined her bottom up on his knees. This time, she was wearing a thong with a little bow at its center. “I thought you were in a hurry to finish your duty.” He pushed the accelerator, flattening her athletic body against the seat. His eyes lingered on the safety belt strapped across her chest, and his hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. Physical discomfort took hold and his mood darkened. He went back to the previous vignette, adding fluffy white handcuffs to her united wrists resting over the hollow of her back. She had dimples. His mood lightened, his discomfort grew. “I’ll pay any fine that comes my way. Relax.”
    “It’s not that easy since I’m the one dealing with the bureaucracy of covering your back when you do anything that put paranormals into the spotlight.” She passed her right hand over her skirt, then brought it up to comb her hair. A useless gesture while riding in a convertible. “I hate paperwork and having to call the special squad to cover our traces in the human world.”
    He fought the urge to uncover her pearl earring by easing her hair behind her left ear. When the charms in her bracelet rattled, he almost asked her to throw it out of the car. The image of Ravenna—in his fantasy he had already dispensed the formalities—sitting now by him, her body completely