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Tontay
I lookup and there he is, sliding into my booth. I can feel him against my skin, the strength of his presence, even from a few feet away. He’s like a force of nature, dangerous and uncontrollable.
“You’re not my type.” I blurt it out, like an idiot, because he unnerves me in a way no man everhas.
A slow, devastatingly sexy smile curves his mouth. “Is thatso?”
Oh lord. I cannot believe I said that out loud. “You have to stop being nice tome.”
“And if I don’t?” His eyes are laughing, until they scan my plates of food. “You’re not eating.”
I bury my face in my hands, fighting for composure. “Tontay,” Sophie says insistently. For the first time ever, I’m not thrilled with her language acquisition skills.
“What’s she saying?”
Damned man. “It’s her favorite cartoon. The Adventures of Tontay.”
“Never heard ofit.”
“Oh, you watch a lot of cartoons?”
Even someone having a slow day wouldn’t miss the sarcasm, and Dante Adamo shows no signs of being slow. “Careful,” he says softly.
“Are you threatening me?” I fold my arms. “Very manly ofyou.”
For half a second, real temper flashes in his eyes. If I weren’t already as far away from him as it’s possible to get without leaving the booth, I’d be scampering backward.
He tilts his head toward Sophie. “So we’re clear, I’d never lay a finger on her.” His voice deepens. “You, on the other hand, might need a spanking.”
Electric heat rushes through my body. The way he said that – low, intimate, as if we were already lovers. I’ve never played those kinds of games, but I’m suddenly eager to explore.
If I believed in magic, I’d think he was some kind of wizard, casting spells on me. The kind I don’t want to escapefrom.
“Vic said he told you about your car.” I’m surprised he’s not pressing his advantage with me — until his next words. “If you don’t want to wait tables, you can work in the parts store.”
“That’s okay,” I say hastily. “I can work in the restaurant.”
That sexy smile wreaks more damage on my defenses. He studies me for a moment, then throws a curveball. “Your car’s a piece ofjunk.”
“She isnot!”
“Yeah, she is. You’re lucky she’s still running.”
It’s like he’s insulting my only friend. I have to defend her. “It’s not her fault.”
“No, it’s not.” He changes the subject, and I’m not sure whether it’s to spare me. “Now stop talking to me andeat.”
Glaring at him again is pointless, but I do it anyway. “I’m gonna sit here until you do,” he goes on, “so if you want to get rid of me, you knowhow.”
Talk about blatant manipulation. I don’t want to follow his orders, but if I don’t, I’m stuck with him. Picking up my fork, I cut off a bite of omelet and jam it into my mouth.
Vic comes over to the table. “Everythingokay?”
“Bic!” Sophie exclaims before I can say anything.
“Hiya, Sophie.”
Dante says, “She calls youBic?”
