The Medici Mistress: Nothing and no one would stop him from having her. Read Online Free PDF Page B

Fortified, the food was forgotten, and their bodies reasserted their needs.
    Annie eventually drifted off to sleep, satisfied, weary, and bursting with love for the man beside her.
    * * *
    Everything about the afternoon seemed brighter. Annie practically skipped out of the office, down to the tube. She thought about texting Giac to let him know she was on her way. But, she decided with a grin, surely he would just know . For his body must have been as strangely connected to hers as hers was to his.
    It was a sunny day, and the Jubilee line train was packed to overflowing with the usual commuting crowd. Mostly business people in suits at that time of day; some tourists clutching cameras and weary expressions; a few homeless people, catching up on sleep in the safety of the public train.
    She barely noticed any of them. Not the strong smell of other people, not the sound of the free newspapers crinkling as people turned the pages impatiently. All she could think of was Giac.
    Her dress was the color of lilacs. She had dressed with extra care that morning, knowing that night would be the first night she told him that she loved him. It might have been early on in their relationship, but her feelings were too strong to deny.
    She stopped just long enough to spontaneously grab an enormous bunch of red roses from the Marks & Spencers at Bond Street tube station, then she pushed on, towards Giac.
    The elevator was swift, but Annie’s nerves were at breaking point by then. It had been a whole night, and a whole day. She had left his apartment, desperate to think things through, to analyze her own feelings and see the truth of the matter. The only thing she’d realized was that she loved him more than she’d known possible.
    Her smile was fixed when she reached his apartment and knocked on the door. She couldn’t wait to see him. To be with him.
    The door opened inwards and her pulse quickened. Seconds. That was all she had to wait.
    “Hi.”
    A beautiful woman stood on the other side of the door. She had hair so blonde it was like rays of sunshine, sculptured around her picture perfect face in a neat bob. Her eyes were wide set and brown. Her nose, fine and dainty. Her figure, buxom, tall, with supermodel proportions. Annie could see that clearly, because the woman was wearing a negligee.
    “Oh, Lord!” The other woman gasped as she looked down at her skimpy attire. “I’m so sorry. We’ve just got out of bed.” She looked disconcerted; distracted, perhaps. Her eyes fell to the red roses. “Giac, baby, there’s a woman here with roses. Do you know anything about that?”
    Annie wasn’t sure how she kept herself upright, when nausea and confusion were flooding her senses with a tingling sense of adrenalin. “Oh, hi,” she spoke finally. “Sorry, you look familiar.”
    The other woman shook her hand in the air. “I get that all the time. I must have one of ‘those’ faces.” Her smile was weak. “How can I help you?”
    Annie gaped as Giac came into view, behind the other woman. He was wearing his blue boxers. She knew them well. She’d removed them with only her teeth, two days earlier. His expression was inscrutable. “These are for you.” She thrust the roses at the woman, pinning a professional expression on her face. “I work for Mr. Medici. He asked them to be brought over.”
    “Oh, Giac.” Her accent was American, thick and strong, but perfectly delightful. As was everything about the woman, Annie noticed distractedly, as the blonde took the roses and turned to embrace Annie’s lover. “You’re too much.” She turned to smile weakly at Annie, with no idea that she was driving daggers into her heart. “He’s such a hopeless romantic. How lucky am I?” She buried her nose in the extravagant flowers.
    “Super lucky,” Annie’s voice was droll, but apparently the blonde missed it. Annie shook her head, to clear the cobwebs. She was about to turn to leave when she looked at the roses one last