His PA

Sorry

ෆ This is one shit long chapter ෆ

Gina's POV:

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed. The black sheets I was wrapped in smelt wonderful. The magnetic, ambery scent touched by ginger root and musculine base of tabac bourbon de laire drew me. Bruno.

All I could remember was getting picked up in the casino, the rest was frosty. I sat up straight and my head started spinning. I held my head as if it would keep the pain out. Yesterday I tried every type of alcohol I could. Now I regret that puerile choice.

" Good morning fire cracker." I looked up at Bruno leaning in the doorway, shirtless. " Good morning," I said shyly. He had a smirk on his lips. Oh gosh, did I do something stupid last night?

" I hope I -" I stammered. He came onto the bed and caressed my hair out of my face. His proximity was killing me. His touch was like dopamine to my heart, pulse , body and mind.  " I am..."

Why did I become so deaf and dumb all the sudden?

He reached past me, our gazes lost in each other. He held out a glass of water and analgesics out to me. I took them from him.

I saw so many pictures of handsome shirtless guys on date sites and Pinterest - specifically shirtlessness, but none of them could match Bruno. Not even a quarter of his powerfully built body.

" I thought you would be shy and subservient...but the past three days proved me wrong," he said.

I took the medicine and placed the glass on the nightstand on my side.

" I am only submissive in bed," I said tracing the hollows between his tight six pack with my index. He creased his brows up and gave me a ' wtf ' look. Which I shrugged away.

I felt like slapping myself... Why was I uttering such BS. I was what - Non compos mentis? ( Insane; not of sound mind; not in control of oneself )

My dirty little mind was busy picturing me running my tongue over those deliciously toned abs.

He titled my head up and our gazes met. I smiled at him. " I am sorry, my little femme fatale. I shouldn't have kept you waiting...I wasn't ready for marriage," he said and pecked my lips and got of the bed.

" Go and have a bath," he said . " You are coming with me?" I asked.

" No," he replied blatantly.

" Last night you were high...today, I don't understand what has gone into you." He got off the bed. " I am high on you," I told him. I undid the strings of my white, lace bodysuit.

Wait...this is not what I was wearing the previous day." Bruno," I said looking up as he turned to face me.

He was halfway through towards the door.

" You undressed me and gave me a change of clothes," I stated. " In all I did bathing and  getting you to sleep  was the toughest of them all." I scanned his face for emotions and all I got was annoyance, before he strode out of the room.

Where is he going - shirtless and only in sweatpants.

I climbed out of bed and took in my surroundings. The room was of bespoke decor, muted-grey tones and black accents to create a cool, power-stricken space. There was gas fireplace in one end. Near it was one lavish, black, tall chair and a matching little coffee table. It was cushion coated with leather.

Bruno was so régale.(  pleasing or entertaining (someone) )

Pristine.

I blinked at the realization of how many gloomly, tinted glass doors the room had - well accept the white wooden one Bruno exited - main door. I noticed my weekender on the lounge. Digging into it , I removed my toiletry vanity bag.