His Coy Woman

Katya

Okay, bury me. Right now.

I gazed at the numerous faces which seemed to have multiplied by the minutes in shock, my lips thrown open without a sound.

Ferrara blinked rapidly, apparently recovering from the shock first, and with the speed of a whirlwind, he pushed himself to his feet and pulled off his sweater, placing it around my chest.

Then he stood behind me, shielding my exposed lower body from our audience.

Gosh, red spots must have made a permanent residence on my cheeks now.

I stood immobile, too embarrassed to turn around and face those eyes which had been on me.

Especially with the knowledge that Matteo had witnessed this, as well as Carlos, who had that effortless calm mockery in his eyes.

Oh dear.

Ferrara broke the silence, his voice ringing out behind me, deep with contemplative thoughts,

"Leave us."

There was no need using a loud voice or specifying where they would go.

That commanding tone demanded to be obeyed, and without questions, I caught them through my perip