Lex asked Massimo, as he turned the bright yellow Lamborghini Aventador up to Girasoli’s headquarters. I want to spend more time with you. Despite the unapologetic supercar’s V12 engine, Lex noticed his driving in the city seemed less ostentatious and hasty, but heads turned as he maneuvered down the brick side streets. Milan’s fashion district occupants knew his signature roadster collection. People on the curb kept pointing and trying to look through its tinted windows. “Luigi requested a last minute meeting with me at the mansion. But would not say what about,” Massimo replied and gave Lex a puzzled look with a shoulder shrug. “Spend the morning with us,” she insisted. “You two ladies need to do your design thing,” he replied. “I will get in your way. Besides, I will want to take you into my office, make love to you over the fabrics, over my desk, over my lap. I would be a distraction.” Love? She bit down on her lower lip, the sharp pain bringing her back to reality.
