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“I should, but she’s not interested.”
“So make her interested.”
“I’m working on it.”
“Well, work faster.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Take her out to dinner.”
“It’s Wednesday.”
“Dinner tastes the most delicious when it’s unexpected, Vincenzo.”
“You feeling okay?” I ask, not sure what’s gotten into him. His mood is better than usual.
“Just be the suave Italian bad boy I know you can be,” he answers instead.
I huff out a laugh. “Italian bad boy, huh? Is that what won you over?”
“Nah. Your dick won me over.”
“Let’s hope it works on my wife the same.”
“Bye, Enzo.”
“Bye, Rafael.”
I put my phone on the desk and stare at it.
I should ask her to dinner. It would be nice. It’s early enough she has time to prepare, and it’s not like she has anything planned for the night. I move through the house in search of her. My phone rings, but I ignore it. Whoever it is can wait.
I find her in the theater, curled up with a blanket on the couch with a bowl of popcorn beside her. There’s a movie playing on the screen I don’t recognize and looks like some cheesy romance I’m not interested in. She glances up at me, gives me a sour look, and turns back to the screen as she reaches for popcorn.
I move to the side of the couch, shoving my hands in my pockets and stare down at her.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
“We have dinner together most nights you’re home,” she says boredly, shoving a handful of popcorn between her gorgeous lips.
“I’ll rephrase. Let me take you out to dinner.”
She freezes, slowly turning her attention to me.
“Out to dinner as in leave this house?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not joking?”
My brow furrows. “Haven’t we been over this already?”
“O-okay. When? What do I wear?”
I smile. She’s so cute when she’s flustered. If only she’d be like this more instead of the cocky brat she’s turned into. Though, if I’m honest, I do love taming a brat, so I won’t complain too much.
“Be ready for six and wear the sexy little dress you wore to the club.”
Some men don’t like their wives or their women to show too much skin. I’m the opposite. I like to show off what’s mine because I know it’s mine. And I have no issue killing any man or woman who steps out of line and thinks they can take from me.
“I can’t,” she blurts. I raise a brow. “I mean, I can’t because I don’t have it, not because I don’t want to.”
