Darcy vaulted out of bed and into her clothes faster than she’d peeled them off, cursing under her breath the whole time. “That’s just great. You could have mentioned her before I got all hot and lusty for your cock.” The pounding on the door increased. Paolo rushed to the only window and opened it. “Go out this way,” he gestured frantically. The woman outside the door began shouting in what Darcy assumed was a fast and furious Italian tirade. Paolo yelled something in reply as he shooed her out the window onto the fire escape. It all happened so quickly, and with her mind still numb after her world-class orgasm, it took her a minute to realize what she was allowing. Her hesitation lasted just long enough for Paolo to smooth the bed sheets and open the front door. The woman was surprisingly tiny, if one didn’t count the height of her hair. Rapid-fire Italian shot at Paolo in a tone set to kill. He was calm in his response, though she couldn’t understand him either. Until he called the other woman “cara”.
