#Chapter202
It never dawned on me that Alexi was actually short for something. I never questioned it, and now I can hear someone call him that it just does not fit at all. It’s such an old man name for someone as sexy as Alexi. I don’t like it on him one bit. Sexy Alexi is a far better title and it has a ring to it.
When the man steps away he swoops on me and I get a helping of the wet kisses on each side of my face, disturbingly so, and I try not to cringe as he rambles away in Italian chatter as though I can understand it. I don’t react, just smile politely and take the weird greeting before discreetly patting my face with a napkin when he turns his attention back to my date.
