Venice Bound by Normandie Alleman
After getting off the plane she expected to be met by a relative of Alfonso’s. That was a welcome relief since she’d been nervous about the prospect of trying to catch a cab, or a water taxi, or whatever in the world kind of transportation one caught in Venice. She didn’t speak a word of Italian, and she was so tired. One less thing to worry about today would be a blessing.
Looking around, Allison was expecting to see another kindly Italian lady, like the sweet one she had met on the plane earlier. So when she saw the man holding the sign that had ‘Allison Fox’ scribbled on it, she did a stutter step.
Nothing could have prepared her for the tall, handsome man in the exquisite Italian suit, searching the crowd with those piercing dark eyes. She saw him first, and when he met her gaze the rest of the world melted away. It seemed hard to believe this Adonis with the chiselled good looks was the person who was supposed to be retrieving her.
“Hi, I’m Allison Fox,” she said shyly.
“Oh, so you are Allison then?” The big man grinned happily, giving her a once-over. Judging by his smile, he must have liked what he saw.
“Yes,” She hesitated, thinking that she probably shouldn’t just go off with a stranger, even one who looked like that…
“I am Nico,” he said. “Nico Vitallini. Alfonso’s cousin. They sent me to pick you up. You are to be Marcia’s maid of honour, in the wedding, no?”
“Yes, I am.” Allison smiled. It would be hard not to smile at him, the way he made her feel as if they were the only two people in the airport.
Her heart beat faster than usual, and were those butterflies in her stomach? Or was she just hungry?
“Come this way and we will collect your luggage. Here, please allow me to carry that for you.” He took her heavy carry-on bag from her hand in one graceful movement. The bag had been weighing her down, yet Nico tossed it around effortlessly.
Resting his free hand protectively on the small of her back, he steered her through the crowd. Allison felt secure knowing that this giant of a man would be guiding her through this foreign city amidst all the hustle and bustle where everything was so strange and new. When he brushed up against her, he smelled divine, all musky and woodsy. Allison got the urge to put her arms around him, and it surprised her.