PENELOPE'S POV ~
"Don't you know how to use the f*****g door?! f*****g knock!" Giovanni snarled, shielding me behind him.
I peeked from the side of Giovanni's arm to see a young waiter, likely in his early twenties, frozen at the door, holding a platter, his face pale with shock.
"I'm—I'm sorry—"
"Get out!" Giovanni snapped, and the young waiter quickly ran off, slamming the door shut.
I sighed, placing a hand on my chest to steady my breaths.
"Let's get out of here, baby," Giovanni said. He leaned in to steal a kiss from me, my face flushed, before pulling away to check if I was properly dressed.
"Perfect. Your panties smell good. I think I'll add it to my perfume recommendations," he added with a roguish grin, making my heart flutter. I shook my head while he chuckled, intertwinin
