A Question Of Size: Stacey's Story (The Right Fit Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

basic personal details: name, date of birth, allergies and my husband’s contact details. Then I noticed my wedding ring was also missing. I hadn’t put it back on after the washing up. I didn’t understand, I’d never forgotten to put it back on before.
    “I must have left them in the car,” I said absently, mainly speaking to myself to rationalise why I didn’t have these things with me.
    “No you didn’t, I looked there too when I brought your shopping over to my house.”
    “You did what?” I was incredulous. “Why would you bring my shopping into your home?”
    “It seemed like the logical thing to do at the time. You fainted. The things I saw in your boot needed to stay frozen. I had no idea how long you be out.”
    “Oh. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to appear ungrateful, but why didn’t you just call the emergency services?”
    “I check your vital signs and you were okay. I saw no need to involve anyone else.”
    “Are you a doctor?”
    “No, but I have some medical training, and my diagnosis was you fainted. So, I brought you here.”
    “Where exactly is here ?” I was surprised it took me this long to ask the question of my whereabouts. Was I going mad? I was sitting in the home of a strange man; my groceries were in his freezer. He’d removed some of my clothing. Albeit only my coat and shoes. He had no business taking anything off me. He’d gone through my bag and car. Yet none of this appeared to faze me.
    “I live across the street from the car park.”
    I barely registered what he said, still a prisoner of my own thoughts.
    I began to wonder, had I subconsciously planned this? I was without my wedding ring and appropriate identification. Something I’d never consciously do. I don’t even remember removing these items. The only thing I was sure of: my body was hot for this complete stranger. I needed to get out of there before I did something I couldn’t undo and regret for the rest of my life. I struggled to my feet and fell forward into Alessandro’s arms.
    “I don’t know if I should take it as a compliment or condemnation, that the sight of me keeps you off your feet.” He smiled into my eyes, his arm holding me tight against his torso. My nipples hardened to the pressure of touching his chest. I pushed away hoping he hadn’t felt it too.
    “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
    “If you apologise once more, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
    “I’m sorry.” The words slipped out before I was conscious of even uttering them.
    His lips found mine; his tongue forced my lips apart. My mouth opened to receive him. His tasted so sweet like caramel and chocolate. My hands moved to his hair as I dragged him in closer. As the kiss deepened, my body melted into his. My stomach flipped over to the quivering in my groin. Somewhere in the haze of my desire, I heard a voice say, this is wrong, you don’t even know this man.
    I tried to push myself from within the circle of his arms, but I was either too weak or my body just didn’t want to respond, to separate from his. I loved how it felt when the pressure in his pants dug into me.
    I finally tore my lips away and tried to put some distance between us, but only succeeded in falling back into the sofa.
    “I can’t,” I said, and shook my head. “We mustn’t—I’m not…” I was about to tell him I wasn’t free to act this way. I was a married woman, this was wrong. But he joined me on the sofa and covered my face with tiny assured kisses, brushing my forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. I opened my mouth to protest. He covered my lips with his own.
    I felt lost. 
    “Ti voglio,” he said, nibbling at my ear. “If you only knew how long I waited for this moment. Mia cara. I watched you from my study every week as you do your shopping.”
    “You’ve been watching me? Every week!” This revelation gave me the strength I needed to push away from him. Was I in the home of my stalker? Still, the news did little to unsettle