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.How could she have been so naïve to think a man of his sophistication would find her so appealing he’d want her in his bed for more than a few fucks?She ground her teeth and the woman in line in front of her glanced back to ask in broken English the state of her health.Reggie told her she was bad, very bad.The woman motioned for Reggie to step up in the line and take her place.“No, no, signora,” she replied, “Bene, bene.Grazie.”Christ, her Italian skills were miserable.Just like the rest of her people skills.If she ever thought of writing another cookbook, she’d better come here and live and learn the art of communication so that she never, ever naïvely trusted another Italian man.She looked around her, eyeing quite a few men in business suits running across the platform to catch any of the trains leaving the docks.Sleek and toned, dark and delicious, each man made her think of the way Sergio ran, walked, talked.Fucked.Oh god, she ran a hand through her hair.None could compare.Damn him.But then her eyes caught on one man.She squinted at him, far across the station.He was taller than others, standing over by the central clock and scanning the quays.She spun away from him.It was him.Damn him.“Signora, signora,” she said to the lady in front of her, “could I—would you mind if I—” and she made a gesture as if she would be ill.The woman stepped aside and said something to those in front.They parted for Reggie.“Grazie, grazie,” she told them as she got to the front of the line and gave the ticket master her credit card.“Roma, per favore.Uno.Si, si.Grazie.”The transaction was mercifully quick.Careful to look for Sergio out of the corner of her eye, she spun away from him toward the docks.Four trains lined up, huffing as they prepared to depart.Which one was hers? She looked up at the sign as the letters flipped to the newest destination.Roma.Dock 4.The time for it to depart was…oh my god, now! Sprinting, she wended her way through a group of Americans with tour books out.She ducked behind a pillar, raced toward the first car of the train and saw the conductor leaning down to raise the step.She yelled at him and he looked at her as if she were nuts.She climbed aboard and thanked him as he mounted the steps behind her and the doors snapped shut.Safe.She grabbed one of the handles hanging from the ceiling.Sergio had not found her.Couldn’t catch her.She would never see him again.The thought made her stagger her back against the cold steel wall.Determined to forget him, she groped her way forward and found a seat, alone, blessedly alone.She sank down and felt hot tears sting her eyes.For pity’s sake, Reggie.If you knew you were going to cry, you could at least have bought some tissues in the farmacia instead of sniveling like a baby into your hand, couldn’t you?Oh, what the hell.She let the tears come.And she must’ve been a wailing mess too because the woman two seats up got up to hand her a few tissues and mutter some condolence.“Grazie, grazie,” Reggie repeated like a parrot.How foolish did she feel now?Her tears were dry, her hands crushing the mangled tissues when someone came and sat beside her.The scenery fled past in a blaze of yellow sun, ripe emerald hills and red-tiled roofs.The mesmerizing rhythm of the tracks on the rails soothed her ravaged soul and she sat limply, wiping the last of her tears.“Here, you need this too.” A dark male hand pressed a can of orange soda between her fingers.The voice she knew.The hand she knew.She thrust the can back at him.“I want nothing from you.”“That, my darling, is a lie.”She looked around.People turned, gazed at Sergio and nudged each other, assuring themselves it was indeed the great Sergio Avanti.Reggie crossed her arms and stared out the window.“Go away.”“No.”“I.Do.Not.Want.To.Talk.To.You.”“Good.Because the one who needs to talk is me.”She shot up from her seat, grabbed her little purse and tried to walk around him.But his legs barred her exit and when she pushed and managed to thrust one leg forward, his caught it between both of his knees.“Hear me, Regina.”This time his tone was louder, adamant.People shifted in their seats, murmured to each other, “Avanti, Avanti.”“No.” Reggie raised her voice.“Let me pass, Signore.” She would let them think he had made advances on her, which of course he had, but then that was moot now, wasn’t it? She groaned at him and nudged his legs.“I can make a scene, you know.”“Do it.I will say you handled me.Approached me.”“What?”He pointed to his crotch.Improbably, his cock tented his trousers.She gaped at him.The devil.He smiled.“You are insatiable.” She stomped her foot on one of his.And when he yelped, she lifted a leg high to climb over him.He caught her thigh and his fingers gripped her while his other hand rose beneath her skirt to plunge into her cunt.“And you are so wet, my little cat, that you want me even when you are mad at me.” His fingers taunted her, teased her, stroked her and her eyes drifted closed with the beauty of his skill.“Oh god, Sergio.Leave me alone.”“Never.I want to make you feel good,” he crooned.“You do feel good, don’t you? Hmm?” His fingers whisked over her clit and tugged on a curl of her pussy hair.“I think you feel very good, bella.”On a cry, she surged away from him.But where could she run?There were no options.Only the next car, the dining car.She went for it.She was stepping into the luggage area, ready to stride beyond the precariously wobbling bags piled high into the connecting doors when Sergio caught her arm and turned her to him.As if she weighed two pounds, he maneuvered her back to the wall and pressed himself flush against her.“I have been mad to find you, darling.”She knew from experience it would be a waste of her energy to push at him.He was so much stronger, especially when enraged or denied.She wilted against the wall in surrender.His grip eased.Over his shoulder, she saw her one chance to foil him.She stared at the approaching conductor and with ice in her voice, she complained, “Signore, per favore, this man is annoying me.”The man did not understand her words but her tone he got.In ripe and harsh Italian, he told Sergio to leave her alone.And by his gestures, he insisted that Sergio move back to his seat.There was some exchange of angry words but Sergio complied.“You will not go without listening to me, Regina.”No? Watch me.She whirled, entered the dining car and found it filled with only one seat vacant at a table for four.She asked in English if she might join them, and when the waiter came, she ordered a plate of cheese and bread that she had no appetite for.Instead, she contemplated how to escape him.Her one chance was to be faster than he to disembark.She’d jump from the steps the first chance she got.From what she remembered about the Rome Train Station, the quays were wide and the numbers of passengers were always huge
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