She joined Carlo who smiled broadly and flamboyantly presented her with his meager bunch of flowers as though they were a surprise. She laughed despite the lingering unease in her mind,
"Grazi caro signore."
As they headed back to the house, Claudia anxiously looked over her shoulder several times. Behind them, the garden’s tangled maze folded back into itself like the leaves of a mysterious book, closing before it had revealed any of its secrets.
The rest of that day they spent swimming and sun baking on the tiny pebbled beach at the foot of the cliff. Towards evening, after a quick dinner of pasta and antipasto, Carlo suggested they go clubbing. Claudia was secretly glad to leave the house but not before locking and double checking all the doors and windows. After they had showered and dressed, she asked Carlo to get her white Alpha Romeo out of the garage. Once he was outside, Claudia took her cell phone out of her handbag. She took it into the conservatory and programmed it to record. She carefully set it up on one of the bookshelves so that its camera lens was pointing at the harpsichord. In four hours at one am, it would start recording and keep recording. She took one quick glance around the room and left; hoping that she had hidden the phone well enough to prevent it from being noticed but also secretly dreading what it might reveal.
After locking the front door she descended the stairs to where Carlo was waiting for her in the car. He shook his head admiringly upon seeing her and blew a low whistle; Claudia wore long black boots that reached to just below her knees and sheer black tights, a thigh length, metallic silver-grey party dress with a plunging neckline that revealed the midline of her chest and gave ample teasing glimpses of her breasts. This was matched by a long, black feather boa that adorned her supple shoulders and trailed behind her, reaching almost to the ground. Upon her wrists, she wore broad silver bracelets and her long nails were painted black. An onyx and platinum ring that had been her grandmothers glinted on her finger with a dark radiance, completing a look of sexy and understated elegance.
As she got into the car beside him, Carlo saw her red full lips and darkly tinted eyes up close but it was her lustrous black hair that caused him to catch his breath and utter,
"Salve, dea incomprabile, salve…"
She grinned, "Oh flattery will get you everywhere."
They drove slowly up the path to the ornate stone gate. The road beyond led them through largely featureless farmland to Agrigento with its lights and night life. Upon reaching the road Carlo put his foot more firmly down on the accelerator and Claudia relaxed. The sun was setting fast and as the white Alpha Romeo sped off and vanished to the north – west, a pair of cold, unblinking eyes turned from the conservatory window.
Coming soon, Claudia Incarnata…Part III
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