Antonio Romano's POV
"You should not toy her like that," Nina said as I was reading some papers from my beloved Kathleen in Finland. I scoffed at her as I was handing the papers to her. It seems that I was needed for her service after the wedding.
"Well, I was not. She thinks I was in love with someone else,"
"Her?"
"No, someone that was not her gender, apparently," I said as I remembered the bold move that she was making in her room earlier this morning. She was changing into her bra and panties as if I was not a hot-blooded male.
Believe me, I was one and it did not bother her at all!
I was rubbing my face as Nina was arching her eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes at her as I know that I was not being reasonable right now.
Okay, maybe I was infuriated by her.
I mean, who doesn't? Christina Dobulski was a fine woman. Her eyes, her mouth, her hair. Everything about her screamed sexual appeal and she did not even know. I have to protect her from unwanted attention.