“Mi fai venire voglia di dimenticare l'affare che ho fatto, bella,” he said in a tone that seriously tempted me to crawl across the table and climb into his lap. “What does that mean?” I asked. “That you make me want to forget the deal,” he replied. “And risk years of bad luck?” I teased. “I’m beginning to think you’d be worth it.” “I would be,” I agreed with a smirk before pulling my hand back.
