Mummy, we want to see Mr Alandro

Catherine’s POV

“Where are you headed?” Alessandro asked, steering the car onto the highway traffic.

Earlier today, I had attended a seminar downtown and my car has decided to develop faults on my way home.

My mechanic was currently out of town, and I had no idea who else to call.

While I was waiting under the scorching sun, Rita called me.

I was quite relieved when Alessandro showed up but I'd rather eat mud than to tell him that.

“Home,” I muttered, looking outside the window, in a bid to hide my reddening cheeks.

The sight of Alessandro's arms in the short sleeve shirt that he had on was doing something sinful to me, and also causing me to conjure the most lascivious images in my head.

Damn you, Alessandro, I inwardly cursed him while glancing at the sexy strings of veins on his forearms as he expertly maneuvered the car.

Never in my life had I thought a day would come that I would think driving was the sexiest thing ever.

But here I was, lustfully staring at Alessandro as he drove