Emily's best move was hanging up on Angelo before she heard a single word from him. His booming voice made her lose her mind and reawakened her dormant sensuality. She had been single for so long that the feel of a man's lips on her neck and the touch of his hands on her thigh at the engagement party became something she longed for.
During the next ten minutes, she paced her house desperately seeking distraction. That was pointless; Angelo had already embedded himself in her consciousness, and she would spend the rest of the day brooding about him.
She checked her watch and saw that she had fewer than ten minutes till her son, Gorgio, got home from school.
**
One Day Later
"Sir, please stand still." The tailor fearfully instructed Angelo, who did as he was told. Looking at himself in the mirror as the tailor tailored his suit, he felt as though he was doing something wrong.