Theresa unbuckled her belt and was

Theresa unbuckled her belt and was out of the car before Sandro could even move. She stood with her hands braced on the roof of the Ferrari and stared up the immense house in unabashed curiosity. She was aware of Sandro, rummaging about in the space behind the front seats before climbing out of the low-slung car with feral grace and rounding the bonnet to join her on the passenger side of the car.
“Theresa, I don’t want you to think that…” whatever he had about to say was cut off when another car, this one an expensive metallic-blue Lamborghini, slid to a stop behind theirs. Sandro glanced over and swore when he seemed to recognise the car.
The sole occupant emerged from the car in seconds and Theresa could see him quite clearly beneath the bright lights flooding the driveway. He was a tall, dark-haired, gorgeous man about Sandro’s age and he had a huge, friendly grin on his face as he strode over to join them. Theresa found herself helplessly admiring his sexy, loose-limbed gait. He was dressed in similar fashion to her husband, just sporting a different name brand on his sweat suit.
“De Lucci!” He greeted her austere husband with a hearty slap on the back.
“Max,” Sandro nodded in return, not seeming to share the man’s exuberance at all. He turned to fully face the man and placed a peremptory hand in the small of Theresa’s back to turn her as well. He kept his hand there even after they were both facing the other man.
“Who’s this gorgeous babe?” Max turned that killer smile on her and Theresa found herself helplessly returning it. Sandro levelled a fulminating glare at the other man, who seemed to take his ill-humour in stride and grinned even wider.
“My wife, Theresa,” Sandro snapped curtly, the warning in his voice more than a little obvious.
“You’re married to this goddess?” Max kept his very appreciative gaze on Theresa’s blushing face and his grin became a smile of genuine warmth. “I always knew you were a man of impeccable taste, De Lucci but I have to admit, my opinion of you has just sky-rocketed!” he held out a hand towards Theresa, who took it after only the slightest of hesitations.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” his smile gentled and he lifted her hand to his mouth, dropping a reverent kiss on the back of it. “I’m Max Kinsley.”
“Uh… T. Theresa,” she stammered, choking back a giggle at the man’s theatrics. She suspected that he was just trying to wind Sandro up and it seemed to be working because her husband’s hand had curled into a fist in the small of her back. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr Kinsley.”
“There will be none of this formality between us” He admonished. “I’m Max and you are Terri! Or Tessa if you prefer. Now, please… allow me to escort you inside.” His grip on her hand tightened slightly as he tugged her towards him but Sandro’s hand shot up to the elbow of her free arm.
“Her name is Theresa and I will be escorting my own wife inside!” Sandro gritted out through his teeth, obviously holding onto his temper by the barest of threads.
“How remiss of me,” Max said with feigned regret, releasing her slender hand with exaggerated reluctance. “I’d completely forgotten that you were there, De Lucci!” Sandro made a slight growling sound in the back of his throat and Theresa couldn’t stifle her giggle this time. Max looked delighted by the sound and stepped back with a jaunty little salute.
“We will continue our acquaintance inside, Tessa my darling” he promised before turning away and bounding up the stairs leading toward the front door of the house. He had a tog bag, which she hadn’t previously noticed, slung over one broad shoulder.
“I like him,” she smiled up at Sandro who was glowering at the front door that Max had just disappeared through.
“Don’t mistake his flirtation for anything more than it is, Theresa,” he muttered in warning. “He’s got a girlfriend.”
“I’m not a complete idiot, Sandro, he was needling you… quite successfully too, I might add.”
“Dio, this is not the best time to be arguing, Theresa,” he sounded weary. “Let’s try…”
“Are you coming in or what?” A voice interrupted whatever Sandro had been about to say and they looked up toward the house, where another tall, broad-shouldered man was silhouetted in the doorway.
“Come on,” Sandro muttered, taking her hand and picking up a tog bag similar to the one Max had been carrying. He led her to the front door, where the rugged man stepped aside to let them in.
“Hey, Sandro…” his casual greeting was followed by some more masculine back-thumping and this time the friendly overture was returned by Sandro.
“Gabe,” Sandro nodded, before tugging Theresa forward. “This is Theresa.”
“Theresa?” The man did a double take as he took a closer look at her, before he recovered from his astonishment with a warm smile. “I’m very happy to meet you. I’m Gabe Braddock.”
…And the penny finally dropped. Theresa stared up at the warmly smiling man and felt like a complete idiot for not connecting the dots sooner. It was Friday night, Sandro was dressed in his sports gear and he had brought her to his regular, bloody football game! How typical, the man certainly pulled out all the stops when faced with an obstacle but this was just despicable and so unbelievably obvious! He had given her no warning whatsoever. No wonder he was such a successful businessman, he was a master at manipulating a situation to his advantage and this was a classic example. Give the woman what she wants and maybe her rebellion will subside and she will get down to the business of being a human incubator!
“I’m so happy to meet you, Mr Braddock,” she said softly, taking the man’s proffered hand and disguising her anger and confusion behind a sweet smile. “Why, just recently I expressed a wish to meet you!” She refused to look at Sandro but she sensed him uncomfortably shifting from one foot to the other. “And here we are…”

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Theresa membuka kaitan ikat pinggang dan keluar dari mobil sebelum Sandro bahkan bisa bergerak. Dia berdiri dengan tangannya bersiap di atap Ferrari dan menatap rumah besar di rasa ingin tahu. Dia adalah menyadari Sandro, menggeledah di ruang di belakang kursi depan sebelum pendakian dari mobil tersandang rendah dengan rahmat liar dan pembulatan topi untuk bergabung dengannya di sisi penumpang mobil."Theresa, aku tidak ingin kau berpikir bahwa..." apa pun yang ia katakan terputus ketika mobil lain, satu ini mahal biru metalik Lamborghini, meluncur berhenti di belakang mereka. Sandro menoleh dan bersumpah ketika ia tampaknya mengakui mobil.Penghuni tunggal muncul dari mobil dalam hitungan detik dan Theresa dapat melihatnya dengan jelas di bawah lampu-lampu terang yang membanjiri jalan masuk. Ia adalah seorang pria yang tinggi, berambut gelap, cantik tentang Sandro di usia dan ia besar, ramah senyum di wajahnya saat ia berjalan untuk bergabung dengan mereka. Theresa mendapati dirinya tak berdaya mengagumi kiprah beliau seksi, longgar-berdahan. Dia mengenakan cara sama kepada suaminya, hanya olahraga merek nama yang berbeda pada setelan keringat."De Lucci!" Dia disambut suaminya keras dengan lezat tamparan di bagian belakang."Max," Sandro mengangguk kembali, tidak tampak untuk berbagi kegembiraan manusia sama sekali. Dia menoleh ke sepenuhnya wajah manusia dan ditempatkan tangan yang harus ditaati di kecil Theresa kembali untuk mengubah-nya juga. Dia memelihara tangannya ada bahkan setelah mereka keduanya menghadapi orang lain."Siapa yang sayang cantik ini?" Max beralih senyum pembunuh pada dirinya dan Theresa mendapati dirinya tak berdaya mengembalikannya. Sandro tuduhan silau fulminating orang lain, yang tampaknya mengambil dia sakit-humor dalam langkahnya dan menyeringai bahkan lebih luas."Istriku, Theresa," Sandro bentak singkat, peringatan dalam suaranya lebih dari sedikit jelas."Anda akan menikah dengan dewi ini?" Max dengan tatapan yang sangat menghargai terus Theresa memerah wajah dan nya menyeringai menjadi senyum kehangatan asli. "Aku selalu tahu Anda laki-laki rasa sempurna, De Lucci tapi aku harus mengakui, pendapat saya Anda memiliki hanya blantika langit!" dia mengulurkan tangan terhadap Theresa, yang mengambil setelah hanya sedikit dari keragu-raguan."Terpesona, saya yakin," senyumnya melembutkan dan ia mengangkat tangannya ke mulutnya, menjatuhkan ciuman khidmat di belakang. "Aku Max Kinsley.""Eh... T. Theresa,"ia terbata-bata, tersedak kembali tawa di drama manusia. Dia menduga bahwa ia hanya mencoba untuk angin Sandro up dan tampaknya akan bekerja karena suaminya tangan telah meringkuk ke dalam kepalan tangan kecil kembali. "Saya sangat senang bertemu dengan Anda, Mr Kinsley.""Tidak ada ini formalitas antara kami" dia menegur. "Aku Max dan Anda Terri! Atau Tessa jika Anda lebih suka. Sekarang, tolong... memungkinkan saya untuk mengantar Anda di dalamnya. " Pegangannya pada tangannya diperketat sedikit seperti ia menarik dia menuju dia tapi Sandro di tangan terangkat ke siku lengan gratis."Namanya adalah Theresa dan saya akan mengawal istri saya sendiri di dalamnya!" Sandro mengertakkan melalui giginya, jelas memegang emosinya oleh kemiskinan benang."Bagaimana lalai saya," Max berkata dengan pura-pura penyesalan, melepaskan tangan ramping dengan keengganan berlebihan. "Aku benar-benar lupa bahwa Anda berada di sana, De Lucci!" Sandro membuat sedikit menggeram suara di bagian belakang tenggorokan dan Theresa-nya tidak bisa menahan tawa nya kali ini. Max tampak senang dengan suara dan melangkah kembali dengan sedikit salute riang."Kami akan terus kami kenalan di dalam, Tessa sayangku" ia berjanji sebelum berpaling dan berlari menaiki tangga mengarah ke pintu depan rumah. Ia tog tas, yang sebelumnya terlihatnya, tersandang bahu luas lebih dari satu."Saya suka padanya," Dia tersenyum di Sandro yang melotot di pintu depan yang Max menghilang hanya melalui."Jangan kesalahan nya menggoda untuk sesuatu yang lebih daripada itu, Theresa," ia bergumam di peringatan. "Dia punya pacar.""Saya tidak lengkap idiot, Sandro, ia adalah tusuk jarum Anda... cukup berhasil juga, saya bisa menambahkan.""Dio, ini bukanlah waktu terbaik untuk berdebat, Theresa," ia terdengar lelah. "Mari kita coba...""Apakah Anda datang atau apa?" Suara terganggu apapun Sandro telah katakan dan mereka memandang ke arah rumah, dimana laki-laki lain yang tinggi, berbahu adalah siluet di ambang pintu.Ayolah,"Sandro bergumam, mengambil tangannya dan mengambil sebuah tas tog yang mirip dengan salah satu yang Max telah membawa. Ia memimpin dia untuk pintu depan, yang mana orang kasar menyingkir ke membiarkan mereka."Hei, Sandro..." sambutannya kasual diikuti oleh beberapa lebih maskulin punggung berdebar-debar dan kali ini ramah pembukaan dikembalikan oleh Sandro."Gabe," Sandro mengangguk, sebelum menarik Theresa maju. "Ini adalah Theresa.""Theresa?" Laki-laki melakukan mengambil ganda yang seperti dia mengambil melihat lebih dekat, sebelum ia sembuh dari KeherananNya dengan senyum hangat. "Saya sangat senang bertemu dengan Anda. Aku Gabe Braddock."… Dan penny akhirnya jatuh. Theresa menatap pria hangat tersenyum dan merasa seperti orang bodoh untuk tidak menghubungkan titik-titik cepat. Itu adalah Jumat malam, Sandro mengenakan peralatan olahraga nya, dan ia membawanya untuk pertandingan sepak bola biasa, berdarah! Bagaimana khas, orang pasti menarik semua berhenti ketika dihadapkan dengan rintangan, tetapi ini adalah hanya tercela dan begitu luar biasa jelas! Dia telah diberikan padanya ada peringatan apapun. Tidak heran ia adalah seorang pengusaha sukses, ia adalah seorang guru di memanipulasi situasi untuk keuntungan nya dan ini adalah contoh klasik. Memberikan wanita apa yang diinginkannya dan mungkin ia pemberontakan akan mereda dan dia akan turun ke bisnis menjadi inkubator manusia!"Saya sangat senang bertemu dengan Anda, Mr Braddock," Dia berkata lembut, mengambil tangan disodorkan manusia dan menyamarkan kemarahan dan kebingungan di balik senyum manis. "Mengapa, baru-baru ini saya menyatakan keinginan untuk bertemu dengan Anda!" Dia menolak untuk melihat Sandro tetapi dia merasa dia tidak nyaman bergeser dari satu kaki ke yang lain. "Dan di sini kita..."