naked. “No.” “Don’t worry, darling. I don’t do comatose women.” Kira looked aghast. Alessandro’s expression softened when he saw her reaction. “Relax. I’m just kidding. About you being comatose. We did not have sexual intercourse if that’s what you are worrying about. You can breathe now.” He placed his toothbrush between his lips and turned the motor on. She caught his eyes sliding down her body as if he knew what was underneath the sheet and her nightie. Kira didn’t realize she was holding her breath but exhaled sharply. She also didn’t realize how much she wanted a part of her in between his lips instead of the toothbrush. Stop it, Kira! Get your mind out of there. He’s…Did he say, Alessandro Romano? That name. That name sounds so familiar. Where did she hear it from? Oh, God! Alessandro Romano! One of the billionaires bidding for the facility in Orlando! She’d spent so much time researching Alessandro’s background that she felt she knew a lot about him. At age thirty-five, he was one of the youngest self-made billionaires. He was also one of the most generous philanthropists, giving away more of his income than any other wealthy tycoon. But he also had a mysterious side. And…he looked so much different from the few photos she found of him on the web. For instance, he always wore his trademark shades in public. She just got the new assignment from her employer, Babs Insider Magazine , to cover the story that was supposed to be titled “The Bidding War Begins! Let the Best Man Win.” Their other reporter got sick and couldn’t make the trip. She held her head again at that thought. God, she would never have another drink so long as she lived and that would suit her just fine. “Seemed like you had a bit too much to drink, my dear. After we…” “After we what?” Kira’s heart pounded hard and fast in her chest now. She thought she was going to have a panic attack. This could not be happening. No way could this be happening. She was usually careful. She didn’t do exciting things…like this. This was all so out of character for her. Her sister was the fun one. Kandy’s motto had always been “life is short, so live it up!” Just then her head started to throb again. So did her inner thighs. How could she hold a proper conversation when he was…dripping with sexual eroticism? “Relax, Kira! We just got married,” he said as he returned to brushing his teeth as if he said nothing out of the ordinary. “We just got what ?” Kira felt her heart stop.
2.
“We got married last night. You don’t remember, my dear?” He turned to go into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth then she heard him rinsing out his mouth. He returned wiping his face with a white face cloth. Kira jumped out of the bed with the sheets still wrapped around her. She paced as if she were locked up in an insane asylum. She might have well been for what she’d just done. “We got m-m-married?” She just got married to Alessandro Valentino Romano, the mysterious billionaire who’d been linked to more women than a pool party at the Playboy Mansion? Kira’s heart raced. She could not believe what her ears had just heard. “You really don’t remember the conversation we had last night?” “No!” Kira panicked. “No! I don’t! W-what happened?” “Well, we both got to talking. I found out you were stalking me for your story and you didn’t know who I was at the time but you took a liking to me.” “What?” Kira got up and stumbled to the plush sofa by the fireplace in the suite—she didn’t feel like having this conversation while she sat up in bed. The room was certainly a grand suite if she’d ever seen one. It was like a presidential suite. Alessandro sighed. He then took off his towel and began to dress. Kira’s jaw dropped. He was naked! He was naked in front of her like it didn’t mean anything. And he was…truly blessed with