Her Sicilian Arrangement by Hannah-Lee Hitchman

since
we are visiting my family tomorrow, I suggest we play the part of
soon-to-be man and wife.”
    Meagan held her head in her hands and paced back and forth
rapidly as if she was losing her mind. What the hell was he saying?
She shook her head furiously and ran her fingers through her hair,
throwing a tantrum that made him look at her as if he was some
shrink taking on a suicidal case. “No—no—no!” she yelped. “I will
not do it. Do you even know what you are asking me to
do?”
    “I
know exactly what I am asking of you, mia tesora .”
    “Will you stop that!” she snapped at him. “I am not
your mia
te —whatever!”
    “ It
is your choice as it has always been.”
    “ I
didn’t choose to come on your boat!”
    “ But
you did choose to stay, no?” he muttered, in a calm tone that
irritated her especially since she was feeling so wretched. “You
will simply act as my fiancée for the duration of when we stay
there. That is all.”
    “ Act
as your fiancée?” she chuckled. “That is not some sort of a puzzle
game that you can just easily place the pieces in all the right
places, Marco.” She said his name as if it was
distasteful.
    “ I
agree,” he said and then moved even closer to her, cornering her
against the closet. “And that is why we have to make it as
plausible as possible.”
    Meagan tried to escape him but he held her firmly as he
pressed his body against hers. She gasped lowly and then looked up
at him. “I don’t—I don’t know how—I mean…what you are talking
about.”
    “ I
think you do,” he whispered, running his finger along her lips and
then down the base of her neck towards her breasts. “And I can’t
seem to wait…”
    He
could hear her gulp and her body shivered against his. She then
shook her head and tried to speak normally. “What about the normal
intimacies?”
    “ We
shall enjoy them, yes?” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot
on her skin.
    “I
don’t…,” she began when he placed the tip of his finger against her
lips. Her lips parted at that moment, and he sucked in a sharp
breath. This woman was already driving him insane. And he would
have been insane if he did not at least attempt to taste her
sweetness. Marco dipped his head and then gently slid the tip of
his tongue between her lips. She did not stop him. Her eyes only
fluttered shut and her head flung back slowly as he soon pressed
his lips to hers. He then kissed her lightly once more before he
raised his head. He had no intention of making love to her at that
instance, even though he badly wanted to. If that was ever to
happen in the near future, he wanted her to be absolutely focused
and to want it just as much as he wanted it as well as under the
same conditions as he.
    “ It
is very hard to control myself when I am this close to you…,” he
muttered only an inch away from her lips. “But will you agree to
assist me anyway?”
    She
frowned, looked away and then back at him. “As long as you don’t
jump me while I’m sleeping.”
    Marco gave her an inquisitive glance and then laughed. “I am
not quite accustomed to the American lingo as yet but I do
understand that one, mia tesora !”
    “I
figured you would.”
    He
smiled and then steeped a little further away from her.
“ Sí . Do you
like the clothes I had asked to be delivered for you?” he said,
gesturing to the closet.
    Meagan opened the double doors and then looked inside to see a
collection of apparel that bore no similarity to the type clothes
that she was used to. There were a few white cotton pants, summer
blouses and dresses. “No jeans?”
    “ Uh…”
    “ Don’t you wear jeans?” she questioned, trying to hide her
amusement. “Everyone wears jeans.”
    “ A
few times…most of my daily activities require formal wear,
Meagan.”
    She
mouthed a wide ‘WOW’ and then closed the doors. “That
sucks.”
    “It
actually does not ‘ suck ’,” he
said, sounding awfully weird. “When we arrive in