Page 35 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
She said, ‘I can’t wear this out of the shop...it’s crazy.’
He shook his head and stalked towards her, putting his hands on her waist. ‘We’re going to go to the only place wecango with you in this dress.’
Carrie felt breathless. ‘Where is that?’
‘To a club. Not usually my style, but my brother was always moaning at me that I was too boring. I think it’s time to live a little, don’t you?’
Less than an hour later, Carrie and Massimo were in the most exclusive nightclub in Rio de Janeiro. A vast, high-ceilinged space with VIP booths on the first level with views of the dance floor, which was lit up with disco balls and coloured squares. It was retro, and yet effortlessly modern. Very cool.
A slick DJ was playing the glamorous crowd like a violin, choosing a series of well-known pop classics interspersed with samba beats. It was infectious. She and Massimo hadn’t even drunk any alcohol, but she felt as if she’d had a bottle of champagne. Fizzing and bubbly.
He took her hand. ‘Come on.’
‘Where?’
He nodded towards the dance floor. ‘Down there.’
Amongst the mass of heaving bodies, all moving far more sinuously than she knew how to, Carrie held back. ‘I don’t know, Massimo... I don’t mind watching.’
But he pretended he couldn’t hear her and tugged her along in his wake, all the way down the stairs and into the mass of people who moved aside to let them through.
Massimo pulled her close, hands on her hips. She gave up protesting and put her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies flush. She could feel the hard press of his arousal against her belly and moved against him, mimicking the movements of the people around them. She knew she probably looked like a total amateur, but she didn’t care.
Massimo caught some of her hair and tugged her head back, so she had to look at him. He still had that slightly feral expression on his face. It sent spirals of heat and desire through her whole body. When he bent his head to kiss her, the entire nightclub fell away. It was just them...getting lost in a vortex of climbing tension and beckoning pleasure.
Massimo broke the kiss. She could feel his chest moving with his breath. Her heart was pounding.
He said, ‘I think we’re done with the nightclub experiment.’
Carrie couldn’t argue. She let Massimo lead her back through the crowd and out of the club onto the street. She felt young and free and buoyant.
Desired.
When Massimo had hailed a cab and they were both sitting in the back, Carrie turned to him impulsively and said, ‘Thank you.’
‘For what?’
She felt silly now. Exposed.
She shrugged minutely. ‘I never got to experience anything like this before...’
She’d never got to revel in her youth, make mistakes and live without consequence.
He frowned. ‘Do you want to go back to the club?’
She shook her head and closed the space between them. ‘No, I saw enough.’
He put a hand around her waist and pulled her even closer. ‘Good. Because if we’d stayed there, right now we’d be giving the entire crowd a very explicit floor-show.’
He kissed her deeply, passionately, and Carrie gave herself over to the oblivion that Massimo promised and delivered over and over again.
CHAPTER SIX
‘OKAY,CANIask where we’re going now?’ Carrie said.
A couple of days later she was in the back of a chauffeur-driven car with Massimo. He’d told her to pack an overnight bag a short while before, but had been mysterious about why.
He was sitting on the other side of the car in faded jeans and a polo shirt. He looked more bronzed than usual. He looked younger. He looked ridiculously sexy.
