SIXTY-TWO.

I'm not classically trained to walk a runway or strip like a skilled dancer.

I'm not even sure I should be doing this. It could end horribly wrong, and I could end up regretting this after I make a big dicking of myself.

But after this morning, I feel like I owe Alessandro, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since I left his room.

I'm standing outside Alessandros’ office with my hand raised mid-air, and I begin to think twice about whether I should knock or not.

What if he rejects me?

Taking one final look at myself, I peer down at the creamy white silk robe that clings to my body like glue.

Underneath, my body is wrapped up in the skimpiest lingerie I own.

My physique burns with an undying fire that makes me nervous. The thought of giving Don Valentino a lap dance makes me crazy with desire.

I don't know why I thought this would be a fun and slow-burning seduction to thank him for all that he has done for me.

But here I stand.

With my hand still raised, I take the plunge, k