Giorgio (Vigilance #1) - Silvia Violet Page 0,48

and brought it to him. He tried to take it from my hand, but I shook my head. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t think when you were hired to protect me it meant—”

“None of this has anything to do with me being paid. I decided you needed my protection, and you’re going to get it. I’m choosing to take care of you.”

“And I don’t get a choice?”

“Not right now. Not after what happened in town.”

I was going to tell him to rest before we talked, but his stomach growled, and I realized it was well into the afternoon. “Get dressed. I’ll find us something to eat.”

I pulled on my jeans and started to walk away, but he called my name. His voice sounded small, and it made my chest tighten. I froze with my hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry I scared you earlier. I’ll try not to do that again.”

“Good.”

I turned to look at him and saw uncertainty in his eyes. I wasn’t sure what would fix it, probably not anything I was willing to say. I was nervous as fuck about what I was feeling for him. I wasn’t ready to say any more than I already had, not until I’d had a moment to clear my head.

“You need to eat.”

He nodded, and I walked to the kitchen without looking back again.

18

Lane

I was falling hard for Giorgio, but he was never going to love me back. He would give me more of the hottest sex I’d ever had, but I wasn’t sure he could open up enough to love me or let me love him, and that fucking sucked.

He said you were his.

He had, but what did that mean to him? Did it mean I was his obligation? I knew he would protect me no matter what, but he surely hadn’t meant he wanted to be in a relationship with me. When he was inside me, when he was bringing me so much pleasure I thought I might die from it, I knew I didn’t want him to walk away when his job was done. I wouldn’t be his client anymore, but I knew that wasn’t his only hesitation.

I decided to take a quick shower before going to see what he was making for lunch. I wasn’t going to be able to listen to what he had to say if I smelled like his cum.

When I was clean, I dressed in fresh clothes, black jeans, and a hot pink shirt that looked really good with my skin tone. I’d considered putting on my painting clothes because I planned to work after we talked, but I needed to look my best for what I expected would be a confrontation.

When I stepped out of the bedroom, I saw Giorgio making sandwiches at the counter. He was still shirtless, and his jeans hugged his hips and molded to his ass. They were old and worn, and he looked hot as hell in them. I stepped back into the bedroom and grabbed his sweater.

“Put this on,” I said when I walked into the kitchen. “I can’t talk to you like that.”

He turned toward me, looking confused until he saw the shirt in my hand.

“You’re fucking hot, and it’s distracting.”

“And yet, I’m supposed to look at you in that?” He gave me a once-over before taking the sweater and pulling it over his head.

He turned back to the counter, and I didn’t say anything else. The tension in the room was so thick it was hard to breathe. Things had felt so right between us when he’d been fucking me, even when he’d spanked and tormented me. It was like our bodies knew how to behave with each other, but when we had to interact like rational adults who needed to talk through something serious, neither of us knew what to say.

I doubted he was used to talking about his feelings at all. And while I talked a lot, it was rarely about anything serious unless I was talking about art.

He brought two plates with sandwiches and chips to the table. “What do you want to drink? Beer? Water? Soda?”

“Beer. I feel like I’m going to need it.”

He grabbed two bottles from the fridge and joined me at the table. “Thank you for making lunch. I should have offered to help.”

He smiled. “I thought you were used to being catered to.”

“I live alone without a single servant to arrange my life for me.”

“I guess that means you don’t get regular meals since