Saturday, August 3, 2013
Seduced by the Itailian
Divorced at forty, Joanna feels old and frumpy. Her husband left her for his young secretary and now, six months later, she’s still trying to come to terms with her new single life. Driving a few hours from home to do some shopping and clear her head, she meets a much younger man who brings out desires in her that she’d thought long dead. When her car breaks down, stranding her, the young Italian comes to her rescue. Marco’s English may not be great, but he doesn’t need words to let Joanna know he wants her. WARNING – For mature audiences only – contains explicit sex scenes with a young Italian lover "Um, my car won't start." "Pop the hood and I'll take a look for you." "Oh, no. I couldn't let you do that." Joanna wasn't sure why she was embarrassed. Maybe it had something to do with the provocative thoughts she'd been having about him all afternoon. "Please," he smiled down at her and her heart flip-flopped, "it will be my pleasure." Okay, did his eyes just assess her as he said 'pleasure' or was that her overheated imagination? "Besides," he continued, "what kind of gentleman would I be if I left a beautiful damsel in distress?" Marco appeared at the window. "The battery cables are corroded. Do you have anything I can use to clean them? A screwdriver perhaps?" Ah, she did have one of those in the roadside maintenance tool kit that Bill had gotten her for her birthday last year. Another glaring sign of a disastrous marriage that she'd been too blind to see. She'd actually thought the gift meant that he worried about her traveling alone and had been concerned for her safety. What a fool she'd been. "It's in the trunk, in the tool kit." She popped the truck. "I'll get it for you." "No." Marco's hand on her arm raised goosebumps even though it felt like a hundred degrees inside the car. "You stay there, please. This is not a job for a lady." Wow. The amazing thing about that comment was that it didn't sound sexist at all when he said it. It sounded like a man who knew how to treat a woman. Would he be that accommodating in bed? "I am sorry." Marco leaned one hip against the closed rear door and looked down at her. "It seems your battery is dead." "Is there somewhere I can get a new one installed?" She glanced at her watch. It was now a little past nine o'clock. Darkness had fallen while he'd worked on her car, bringing some relief from the humidity of the day. "I do not think I know of any place where this could be done so late in the evening." His tone was apologetic. "I am sorry I could not fix this for you." "It's not your fault. Thank you so much for trying." She bit her lip. "Do you think you could give me a lift to the nearest motel?" "Motel?" He straightened away from the car, peering down at her. "You do not live in Knoxville?" Joanna shook her head. "No. I just came down for the day." "I see." He pushed his hair back, tucking the long strands behind his ears. He had great cheekbones. Among other things. "Why don't you come home with me? I live alone and you can sleep in my bed tonight." Oh, the temptation. "I...I couldn't do that." He placed a hand over his heart. "I promise you will be safe." Joanna bit her lip. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. She didn't trust herself. "I'm sure I will, but I don't want to put you out." "Don't worry about me," Marco smiled. "If you want, I can sleep on the couch." Did he mean what she thought he meant?