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[MATURE CONTENT] "Arancini isn't the most fascinating thing on the menu, Coniglia." he commented, taking a long sip from his glass of stark red wine. "You clearly have no taste." I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "And what is it on the menu that surpasses the chef's compliments?" Raffaele chuckled lightly, sipping more alcohol. When he turned his head to look at me, teasing smirk curling onto his lips, my breath caught in my throat. His green eyes sparkled with an equal amount of mischief, hidden tints of desire gleaming through, and I swallowed hard, trying my hardest not to squirm under his intensity of his gaze. "Why you are, of course." *** It was the Summer of '09: Lexi Winters' family had always been travel enthusiasts, obsessing over when and where to take the next family vacation. And with Sicily as their next destination, there was no way the much anticipated trip to Italy wouldn't be the highlight of their yearly scrapbooking ceremony. Lexi had no doubts about it--Sicily was the island of love. With panoramic views, beautiful attractions and breathtaking seas, it was a place of romance, mystery and good people. But like always, she was just the regular tourist, ready to indulge simply in the marvelous sceneries and delicious foods, recording the memories in her notebook, and maybe snapping a picture or two. But she wouldn't have expected her innocent family vacation to turn into something sinful, sexier and all the more exciting after crossing paths with the ever-so handsome, ever-so enticing, and ever-so seductive, Raffaele D'Alimonte.
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