Caris followed Malachi through the restaurant, aware all eyes were on them. They were late. She had kept Alessandro Giordano and his wife waiting and all because Malachi had been bloody insatiable. She had tried twice to start getting dressed and twice her dress had been taken off her and twice she’d ended up back in his bed.
When she had expressed to Malachi how embarrassed she was going to be for being twenty minutes late, he had laughed and said a man like Alessandro Giordano knows what makes a man late.
“Besides,” he’d scoffed, “tonight is about fun and letting loose.”
“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting,” she panted as she reached the table.
“Thank you for your patience,” Malachi offered no apology and shook Alessandro’s hand.
“Caris, you’ve left us waiting,” her mother blinked
