did for each other. A reciprocity of generous loving that they both enjoyed.
I'd love to go to Greece again. Bernardo's words of warning were already forgotten.
When? He smiled again. He wanted to go too. It had been one of the most beautiful times of his life.
In the spring? She looked up at him, and he found her unbearably sexy.
Shall we make another baby? It was something he'd been thinking about for a while. This seemed a good time. They had only wanted one before Alessandro. But he was such a joy that lately Amadeo had been thinking of broaching the subject with Isabella again.
In Greece? Her dark eyes opened very wide, and her mouth seemed rich and full as he bent to kiss her again. After he did, she smiled at him. We don't have to wait until Greece, you know. People make babies in Rome all the time.
Do they? He whispered it into her neck. You'll have to show me how.
+ecco, tes+|ro. And then suddenly she laughed at him and looked at her watch. But not until after lunch. I'm late.
How awful. Perhaps you'd best not go at all. We could go home to the villa and
Doppo. ' Later. And then she kissed him once more and walked slowly to the door, turning for an instant with her head cocked to one side as her hand touched the handle. She looked back over her shoulder at him with a question. Did you mean it?
About your not going to lunch? He smiled, amused.
But she shook her head and laughed at him. No, you lecherous beast. I meant about the baby. She said the last very gently, as though the idea meant something to her too.
But he was nodding his head as he looked at her. Yes, I did. What do you think, Bellezza?
But she smiled at him mysteriously from the door. I think we should keep it in mind. And then with a kiss she was gone as he stood watching the door. He wanted to tell her just once more that he loved her. But it would have to wait until tonight. He was surprised too at what he had just said about wanting another baby. He had thought about it but not yet put it into words. Now suddenly he knew that he meant it. And it didn't have to interfere with her career. Alessandro didn't, and they both had a great deal to give the child. In fact the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He went back to his desk and picked up a sheaf of papers with a smile.
It was almost one o'clock when Amadeo finally stood up and stretched. He was pleased with the figures he had been pursuing. The American deals they had made that autumn were going to bring in a tidy price. Very salutary indeed. He was about to take himself for a solitary lunch of congratulation when he heard a soft knock on the door.
S+1/4? He looked surprised. His secretary usually buzzed him, but she was probably already out to lunch. He turned toward the door and saw one of the under secretaries peeking timidly around the door.
Scusi, signore, mi dispiace ' I'm sorry but' . She smiled at him. He was so unbearbly handsome that she never quite knew what to say. She hardly ever got to talk to him anyway.
Yes? He smiled back. Is there something I can do?
There are two men here to see you, sir. Her voice trailed off as she blushed.
Now? He dropped his eyes to the appointment book, open on his desk. There was nothing penned in until three. Who?
They ' it's about your car. The the Ferrari.
My car? He looked surprised and confused. What about it?
They they said there was ' an accident. She waited for an explosion but none came. He looked disturbed but not angry.
Was anyone hurt?
I don't think so. But they're here ' just outside' in Miss Alzini's office, sir. He nodded gently and walked past her through the outer office to find two men looking awkward and embarrassed. They were wearing neat but simple clothes, their hands were large and brown, their faces red; he was not yet sure if it was from mortification or the sun. And it was very clear that they were in no way used to such surroundings. The shorter of the two seemed afraid to even stand upon
I'd love to go to Greece again. Bernardo's words of warning were already forgotten.
When? He smiled again. He wanted to go too. It had been one of the most beautiful times of his life.
In the spring? She looked up at him, and he found her unbearably sexy.
Shall we make another baby? It was something he'd been thinking about for a while. This seemed a good time. They had only wanted one before Alessandro. But he was such a joy that lately Amadeo had been thinking of broaching the subject with Isabella again.
In Greece? Her dark eyes opened very wide, and her mouth seemed rich and full as he bent to kiss her again. After he did, she smiled at him. We don't have to wait until Greece, you know. People make babies in Rome all the time.
Do they? He whispered it into her neck. You'll have to show me how.
+ecco, tes+|ro. And then suddenly she laughed at him and looked at her watch. But not until after lunch. I'm late.
How awful. Perhaps you'd best not go at all. We could go home to the villa and
Doppo. ' Later. And then she kissed him once more and walked slowly to the door, turning for an instant with her head cocked to one side as her hand touched the handle. She looked back over her shoulder at him with a question. Did you mean it?
About your not going to lunch? He smiled, amused.
But she shook her head and laughed at him. No, you lecherous beast. I meant about the baby. She said the last very gently, as though the idea meant something to her too.
But he was nodding his head as he looked at her. Yes, I did. What do you think, Bellezza?
But she smiled at him mysteriously from the door. I think we should keep it in mind. And then with a kiss she was gone as he stood watching the door. He wanted to tell her just once more that he loved her. But it would have to wait until tonight. He was surprised too at what he had just said about wanting another baby. He had thought about it but not yet put it into words. Now suddenly he knew that he meant it. And it didn't have to interfere with her career. Alessandro didn't, and they both had a great deal to give the child. In fact the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. He went back to his desk and picked up a sheaf of papers with a smile.
It was almost one o'clock when Amadeo finally stood up and stretched. He was pleased with the figures he had been pursuing. The American deals they had made that autumn were going to bring in a tidy price. Very salutary indeed. He was about to take himself for a solitary lunch of congratulation when he heard a soft knock on the door.
S+1/4? He looked surprised. His secretary usually buzzed him, but she was probably already out to lunch. He turned toward the door and saw one of the under secretaries peeking timidly around the door.
Scusi, signore, mi dispiace ' I'm sorry but' . She smiled at him. He was so unbearbly handsome that she never quite knew what to say. She hardly ever got to talk to him anyway.
Yes? He smiled back. Is there something I can do?
There are two men here to see you, sir. Her voice trailed off as she blushed.
Now? He dropped his eyes to the appointment book, open on his desk. There was nothing penned in until three. Who?
They ' it's about your car. The the Ferrari.
My car? He looked surprised and confused. What about it?
They they said there was ' an accident. She waited for an explosion but none came. He looked disturbed but not angry.
Was anyone hurt?
I don't think so. But they're here ' just outside' in Miss Alzini's office, sir. He nodded gently and walked past her through the outer office to find two men looking awkward and embarrassed. They were wearing neat but simple clothes, their hands were large and brown, their faces red; he was not yet sure if it was from mortification or the sun. And it was very clear that they were in no way used to such surroundings. The shorter of the two seemed afraid to even stand upon
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