Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

Mrs. Moretti. I glanced at Cassio, my husband. It hadn’t really sunk in yet,
not really. “And this is Elia.” My gaze followed that of my husband’s, toward the
second man, and he was the complete opposite of Domenico. For one, he was
young. Mid-twenties tops. He had wavy light-brown hair that was loosely styled
back. His clothes accentuated a muscled body, and his smile came quick. It was
easy-going, almost charming, but still with the necessary respect.
“Nice to meet you.”
Cassio looked at me.
“Nice to meet you too,” I said quickly. I was surprised. Domenico was
exactly how I’d expected my bodyguards to look, considering how jealous
Cassio seemed to be. Elia definitely wasn’t. Maybe that explained why Cassio
hadn’t wanted me to wear the miniskirt. Yet it seemed unlikely that he’d choose
a man as my bodyguard he didn’t trust absolutely. Cassio thrived on control. He
was sure of his power. Or maybe he wanted to confirm the extent of his control,
and this was his test. Question was: whom was he testing? Elia or me.