The Italian Businessman (Old Version).

13) Breakfast.

Delicate fingers brushed the hair away from the side of my cheek, "You are so stunning dolcezza." Giovanni's gruff morning voice greeted me the next day. It had been a couple of days after lunch with my parents and since then Gio and I have been spending a lot of time together. Mostly with me at his apartment.

(Sweetheart)

My green orbs fluttered open as they locked with his own, desire swam in the hazel pools. A meow like sound escaped the back of my throat as I stretched me body in awakening. "No, stuzzicante."

(Sexy/appetizing)

Cheeks now aflame, I cuddled myself against Giovanni's harm, warm body. "You're just saying that to get in my pants." I mumbled against his chest, not believing a word that came out of the Italian Adonis' mouth.

A hand wrapped itself around my upper thigh, which brought one of my legs to curl over and around his body. "Amore, believe me if I wanted to only get into your pants I would have done that long ago." The smirk on his lips could be heard in his voice, I grimaced.

(Love)

"Do you not have work to get to Gio?" A chuckle rumbled from the man as he tightened himself around me in answer.

"Are you trying to leave me already?" I shook my head against him. "No, I want to stay with you, like this for the day."

"Sadly dolcezza, I do have a few loose ends to tie up here." My eyebrows furrowed as I moved away from his body to look up at him in confusion.

"What do you mean by 'tying up a few loose ends'?"

Giovanni sighed as he drew invisible patters with the tips of his fingers across my skin, "I have to visit my Madre it's been too long." Although I could see the cheeky grin on his lips as he thought of his Mother, obviously reliving a memory of her.

(Mother)

Where did that leave me? Just as we were beginning to make somewhat of an inch of progress he's going back home. Not that I could fault him for that, he had probably only been here waiting for me to make up my mind. Now that I had, it seemed it was slightly too late in the sense that there was no way I could go with him. There were way to many responsibilities that I had here, one of the most important ones being my job. I couldn't just up and leave the school a teacher short.

Without saying anything else, as not to put a damper on the mood-I placed a fake smile on my lips and unwrapped myself from Giovanni.

"How long are you planing on staying for?" I questioned, even as a lump began to lodge itself in the back of my throat.

I felt Giovanni's body move as he shrugged a shoulder in reply, now facing the ceiling. My head instead resting on his chest as I stared across the room to the dark curtains which covered the glass doors that led to the balcony. "There are a few new projects that are being started right now and I have to be there to make sure everything goes according to plan."

"So you could be there for months." I muttered under my breath, although he managed to hear it and placed a delicate kiss to my forehead.

"Why don't you come with me?"

I sighed, yet still considered the possibility. "I have responsibilities here Gio, my job for one."

"You do not need to work when you are with me amore, I can take care of you." The scowl could be heard in his voice as he spoke.
"I'm not insulting you or say that you can't, I love what I do. I don't want what we have to end just yet." I replied.