•50•Bossy Mama

After washing and towelling each other dry, they helped each other dress up; him in a designer grey suit, and her in a long sleeved white blouse topped on a flared red skirt that he swore no woman could pull off and look as damn sexy as she looked.

Sensing her fear as they climbed down the stairs, Luca assured her his mother's opinion of her hadn't changed despite how appalled she'd sounded the night before. If he knew his mother well, she was soon going to turn it into a joke.

Besides, why would she be upset about them having sex when she wouldn't mind if she found out she had a grandchild tomorrow? She just hadn't liked where they'd chose to bang.

As he had expected, his mother was up and had already prepared some food, sitting at the dinning table even though she made no attempt to eat as she tapped her index finger impatiently on her cover.

At the clicks of their footwear, she looked up and bestowed them with a stern look that made them exchange a glance, both thinning their lips