The American girl literally dripped with unbridled sensuality and, to be fair, didn’t even seem to realize that she was that hot. She certainly didn’t play on it anyway. Annie was usually the one who ended up flirting and chatting to fellas on their nights out, while of course Colette wouldn’t say boo to a goose. It was funny, but also made her and Kim a little bit protective of her, she thought fondly.

Besides, Colette seemed to have found a new protector in the gorgeous Luca. Man, he was a fine thing. The kind of Italian stallion you dreamed about meeting when coming to a place like this. Annie grinned to herself, suspecting he was exactly that—pure stallion—in the sack, too. She definitely wouldn’t mind giving someone like him a go if the chance ever arose.

And speaking of which...

Annie licked her lips. She wondered if tonight would be the night she and Harry did the deed. God, she hoped so. The summer heat here, especially the balmy nights, made her horny as hell and she wouldn’t mind working off some of that sexual energy.

They were meeting at a traditional trattoria in town that he had chosen. Arriving at the restaurant, Annie followed the waitress down a short stairway and into a cavernous subterranean dining area.

Arches lined in pale orange brick stood overhead. Square tables lined the walls and the floor was laid in a burnt orange tile. Paintings of the Italian countryside adorned the walls and the tables were decorated in red-and-white check-patterned cloths.

So far, so touristy.

Harry was already waiting at the table and Annie could feel her cheeks rise in a smile as she laid eyes on him. No doubt, he was a fine thing, too.

His sandy blond hair stood slightly askew at the top of his head and she had to resist the urge to pat it down, but it looked so cute all the same, like a bold schoolboy. Instead of his usual rugby-style top or T-shirt, tonight he was wearing a smart blue shirt, but it was his cheeky smile that really got her.

No one had ever smiled at Annie like that. And no fella ever seemed that happy to see her until now.

Thank you for this trip, Felicity. It’s helped me more than you know.

“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted as she approached, stepping out from behind the table to kiss her. His kisses were more intoxicating than any alcohol. It was as if he knew exactly how and where to move his lips so that Annie’s insides melted like butter.

“Hello yourself, handsome,” she replied jauntily.

“Allow me.” Harry pulled out her chair for her and she smiled at the gentlemanly gesture. She’d never had a man do anything like that for her in her entire life.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile, lowering herself into the chair.