Page 92 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

I can’t see Sal’s reaction. But I can sense the emotions curling off of him like smoke.

He shuffles, and the bed dips. I hear him grab something out of a drawer.

Then, the door shutting when he leaves.

I breathe deeply, trying to contain the feelings that are running through me. I don’t like this. I don’t want to feel tied down, but somehow, it’s only emotional. The physical restraints? I’ve been fine with.

Hell.

I’ve even liked them.

But the way Sal got too close?

I didn’t like that at all.

Finally, through it all, a single thought emerges.

Sal is a great guy.

He’s clearly into me.

He’s clearly interested in me despite all my weird flaws.

He can keep pace with me, and if I had to be with someone, I would be stupid for it to not be him.

But this… touchy-feely stuff that we just did?

I don’t like that. I should. Anyone should.

But I don’t.

What the hell is wrong with me?

* * *

A solid half hour later, I get out of bed. I shower, dress in some of the clothes that Sal had the foresight to put on the boat for me, and I haul my ass up to the main deck.

Sal, of course, has already had his staff make me breakfast. He pushes it toward me without looking up from where his eyes are glued to his phone. “In case you’re hungry,” he rumbles.

It’s a peace offering.

I should take it.

“Thanks, I’m good. Coffee?”

I hate myself for saying those words. What on earth is wrong with me? Why can’t I just accept that he’s a nice guy? Why can’t I just enjoy the fact that a rich, insanely attractive person who knows all my needs is looking out for me?

Why don’t I like this?

“Gia. What’s wrong?” Sal rumbles.

“Nothing,” I answer automatically. “There’s nothing wrong. What’s wrong with you?”

“Gia…”

“Just… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it, Sal. It’s nothing you did.”

His eyes study me. “But it’s something I didn’t do?”