Italian Sugar Daddy

Three months in Tuscany in a beautiful house with views of the Duomo was more than my eighteen-year-old heart could've imagined. When I signed up with a house-sitting agency as a way to leave Alabama and see the world, I never thought my first job would be three months in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The man who'd made my dream come true was Dante DaCosta; handsome, rich, and sexy as hell. Even more shocking was that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Dante was generous with everything except information about his past. Was he hiding something I should know about and should I be suspicious that he'd hired such a novice who didn't speak Italian to take care of his home and his dog for three months?When the few Italian friends I'd made warn me about Dante and I realize that I'm being followed, I have to wonder if my Italian sugar daddy is not what he seems.