"If you don't mind, could we find somewhere more private to talk? I don't want to divulge information to prying ears…"
"Of course!" Marco quickly gathered his things and stood up from the table along with me, holding a hand out to signal I should lead the way.
I gathered my coat and pulled my dress further down where it had started riding up on my thighs. Usually it was fitted pant suits for Isabella, but Moira insisted that if I was going to see him, my best chance of escaping any attempted murders on his part would be via distraction, and what better distraction than my killer legs?
Marco had a temper, that much had been drilled into my brains during my time as his hostage and working with him, but I'd never actually seen him around women, so I wasn't sure how responsive he would be if I tried to catch his eye.
Maybe I should give it a test run? For science…
