Girls' night out was great, I had fun and completely forgot about that bizarre order I'd received. When the girls and I decided to call it a night, I called my husband, and within five minutes, six tall, gorgeous men were surrounding us. Manu tried to convince Flávio she shouldn't go home, but he bent down, threw her over his shoulder, and walked away. After that, Heitor threatened to do the same to Sam, who gave up and left, pulling him by the hand. When we got home, my husband kept his promise that morning and did crazy things to my body, practically keeping me awake.

"You know I love watching you get ready," Alessandro said from the bed.

He was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his torso bare, a thin sheet draped over his hips, his hands clasped behind his head. My husband was hot!

"Oh, really?"And why? I asked, walking up to him in just lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and mint green high heels.

"Because I know I'll take it all off later. It's like unwrapping a pre