““My heart pounds against my rib cage. They call him “man candy” for a reason. Gianni DeLuca is the type of man you want to melt in your mouth and not in your hand. He's got that classic Italian thing going on. He walks with a hip swagger, has a year- round tan, has more muscles than a lumberjack, a killer smile, and eyes that tell me he's bad. Very, very bad, in every way... that is good. I sigh remembering how he looked at me, as if I was the only present he wanted to un-wrap on Christmas morning and if things were different—maybe I'd let him.””
