“I’m not covered!” Azzurra panicked, glancing around desperately for something to wear.

“I’m the one standing bare, Tigress,” Marcello muttered with a roll of his eyes, pulling on his boxers as though it were the most casual thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Azzurra scrambled to gather every piece of clothing she could find and shoved them hastily under the bed. Marcello could only stare at her in bewilderment.

“What do I do? What do I do?” she whispered frantically, ...