Marco Conti's POV
I have convinced Anna to have dinner with me. It was not easy but after we shared a kiss in front of her boss, she knew that she had to play the part of being a wife well. My wife to be exact.
I smirked as I sipped on the chardonnay that we ordered. Anna was still looking through the food that she wanted to order. Her eyebrows were knotted together as she decided to pick one dish.
"Come on, cara. We don't have all night you know," I said as I put down my glass. She glared at me from her menu before she sighed.
"I don't know. I'm not familiar with Italian food. Maybe you should pick one for me?" She said as she closed the menu and looked at me. I smiled at her before I looked at her.
"What do you like?" I asked her. She bit her lower lips and something stirred in my pants.
