Page 34 of His Housekeeper's Twin Baby Confession
Gloriously naked, he strolled to the bed. Feeling utterly bold, and yet still shy, Carrie said half-heartedly, ‘I haven’t showered yet.’
Massimo moved over her on his hands and arms, muscles rippling. The sounds of the sea and joyous laughter drifted all the way up from outside. It infused Carrie with a sense of lightness. And then, totally unexpectedly, emotion gripped her. She realised she was grateful to Massimo for giving her this amazing experience. For restoring her womanhood back to her.
She felt free of something heavy that had weighed her down for a long time. Grief and regret. Chiefly regret. Because the grief would always be there, like a bruise that hurt sometimes more than others. But the regret she was willing to let go of. Regret for having made a bad choice in her husband...for having trusted him.
Massimo went still. He obviously saw something in her eyes. ‘Hey, what is it?’
That undid her even more—that he’d noticed her emotion and stopped.
She shook her head, terrified he’d make her say it out loud. ‘It’s nothing... I just...’
She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him before she could make a complete fool of herself.
Thankfully, after a moment, Massimo curled one arm under her body and arched her into him as he seated himself between her legs. Then he thrust so deeply into her body that all talking and thinking became irrelevant for another few hours.
Later that evening, they had eaten dinner and were walking hand in hand through a vibrant nightlife area. An infectious samba beat spilled from countless different clubs and bars.
Carrie spotted something in a boutique window and stopped dead.
Massimo looked back. ‘What is it?’
But Carrie couldn’t look away. It was a dress. But not just any dress. It was the kind of dress that laid bare all the fantasies she’d kept in the deepest recesses of her imagination but would never have admitted to a living soul. It was a dress that screamed youth and fun and frivolity—things that she’d never really experienced. And it was only seeing it now, in a window in Rio de Janeiro, that made her acknowledge she’d ever even harboured such dreams.
It was pink and very short, with a deep V-neck. Pink sequins covered the material to the waist, and then pink ostrich feathers adorned the skirt which ended high on the thigh. An ostrich feather adorned its one strap.
It was ridiculous. It was audacious. And Carrie had never seen anything more beautiful.
Massimo saw what she was looking at. He said, ‘It would look good on you.’
Carrie came out of her embarrassing trance. She looked away. ‘No, it’s ridiculous. Far too short and flashy for me.’
But Massimo was already tugging her towards the shop.
She tried to dig her heels in but it was no use. They were in the shop, and a perky attendant was coming over. Before she knew what was happening Carrie was in a dressing room, being helped out of her own clothes and into the dress. She couldn’t wear a bra. Her breasts looked positively provocative, exposed by the deep vee.
‘Muito bonita!’
Carrie blushed in the mirror. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand.’
‘You look very good.’ The attendant smiled. ‘You should buy.’
‘Oh, I don’t know—
‘We’ll take it.’ Massimo spoke from just outside the dressing room. And then, ‘Keep it on and try these to go with it.’
A pair of shoes appeared through the curtain, perfectly matching the dress. High and sparkly. Pink. Carrie put them on and wobbled a bit, but then steadied herself.
The attendant picked up the clothes she’d been wearing—jeans and a silk top—and took them away before she could protest.
Carrie suddenly felt too shy to show herself to Massimo in the dress. As if it would just remind him of how unsophisticated she really was. She doubted any of his previous lovers would be seen dead in a dress so frilly, sparkly and short.
But then, in a fit of rebelliousness, she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
Massimo’s eyes widened. Carrie held her breath.
But he didn’t look horrified or disgusted. He looked...ravenous. Almost feral. Eyes dark and burning.
Her legs felt wobbly again.
