My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen Page A

for a swim,” so I can ogle your
body.
    “ The lake?”
    I shook my head, not wanting to
risk the Padre catching us, especially since I knew he went there. The
memory of seeing him spy on Frano skinny dipping returned, again
making me think of what Jagger had said about the man. Yet again, I
squashed my uneasy thoughts down, not willing to ruin my time with
Frano. I would deal with it once I got home; possibly even ring
Jagger to see how he was doing. Regardless of what he’d done to me,
I still cared for him.
    “ How about the
river? ” I
asked, forcing Jagger out of my head. “Hardly anyone goes
there.”
    “ That’s because it’s not as nice
as the lake.”
    “ It’s more private.”
    “ True.” He smiled. “And it
has a lot of bushes to ravage you in.”
    I giggled.
    He grabbed my
shoulders .
“How about I ravage you here?” He latched onto my neck, kissing it
so hard I was sure he was going to leave a mark.
    “ Frano! Someone will see
us!”
    He pulled back and glanced out of the
windows. The grassy countryside was empty, except for a couple of
wild goats eating by the abandoned cottage. We’d been secretly
meeting there, so no one would find out about us, plus the cottage
was a good place to make love in.
    “ No one’s here,” he
said.
    “ Someone could drive
by.”
    “ Okay, I’ll take you to the
river, one-who-should-be-obeyed .”
    Smiling at his words, I clicked on my seat
belt. He started up the engine and pulled out onto the stony road,
making me feel better that we were moving. I was constantly
paranoid we’d get caught, because now that I had Frano, there was
no way I was willing to give him up. Again, it was like I was in
the best dream ever, constantly floating on cloud nine, where the
only angel I saw was Frano D’Angelo.
    Until he started talking about his
fiancée.
    I hated it when he brought up Angelica,
because it reminded me he wasn’t mine to keep. Although he didn’t
want to marry her, it still made my heart hurt.
    “ Angelica visited again today,”
he said. “I can’t stand that woman. She’s always touching me.
And, Dio
mio , she has
the whiniest voice.” He glanced at me. “I wish I was marrying you
instead.”
    I sat up straight, what he’d said
instantly lifting my spirits. He’d made a similar comment after
we’d made love the first time, but it was in the heat of the
moment, so I wasn’t sure he’d meant it.
    “ You want to marry me?” I
asked.
    “ S í .”
    “ Really?”
    He nodded . “But, I can’t.”
    “ Why not?”
    “ Because the marriage to
Angelica will strengthen my famiglia . My father wants to be connected to the Rossos,
so I have to marry one of them.” He turned into the road that led
to the river, both sides lined with tall trees.
    “ Why can’t you align with
my famiglia instead?” I asked.
    “ My father and yours don’t
get along.”
    “ Then let’s go to America
and get married.”
    He laughed.
    “ It’s not funny!” I snapped,
both angry and hurt at his reaction.
    He glanced at me, his smile
disappearing. “I thought you were joking.”
    “ I wasn’t, and I don’t
appreciate being laughed at,” I said, crossing my arms over my
chest.
    A smile split his
face . “You
look so damn cute when you’re angry.”
    I scowled at him. “Don’t try to get on my
good side.”
    “ I have to, because you don’t
have a bad side.”
    “ Flattery will get you
nowhere.”
    He flicked me another glance, his
expression now somber. “If I could marry you, I would. I wish I had
control of my life. I don’t even like the American course my father
has me enrolled in.” He frowned, then a small smile pulled at the
corner of his lips. “Actually, maybe your idea isn’t so bad, just
without the marriage part. You’re old enough to leave home now, so
we could meet up in America when I head out for my next semester.
We could live together.”
    Excitement coursed through
me .
“Really?”
    “ S í .”
    We emerged from the trees,