Chapter 2

The villa was small but perfect. Stucco walls, green shutters, a tidy tiled kitchen, and a deck that caught the late-afternoon sun in all the right ways. Max unlocked the door, and Dante stepped inside first, taking in the simplicity of the space—the scent of lemon and linen, the soft hum of the AC kicking in. It wasn’t luxury. It was lived-in. And something about that made his chest feel warm.

“Come on,” Anke said, already barefoot and heading toward the back patio. “Let’s sit in the sun a little longer. I’ll grab towels.”

Max went to the fridge and pulled out three cold bottles of German beer. He grabbed a bottle opener from the counter and popped the caps, the metal clinking into the sink, then followed them outside.

When he stepped onto the terrace, Anke was already laying towels on the deck chairs. She had stripped completely naked. The peach sundress lay crumpled on the stone floor. Her skin was golden, her breasts full and natural, soft belly rising and falling with each breath. She didn’t pose. She didn’t cover. She just sat—calm, open, beautiful.

“I’m fifty-six,” she said, looking directly at Dante, her voice steady. “And this is my body. I’d love to get in better shape, but this is what you’re getting for now. What I can promise is—I’m horny as hell. And Max can testify to my talents in bed. Just wanted you to see what you’re getting before you buy.”