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A few hours later, I feel like an idiot flipping through channels all dolled up… Like my great-aunt who used to do the same, thinking the hotties in her soap-operas could somehow see her.
Ugh.
Just as another movie starts – Ten Things I Hate About You – a car pulls up.
Excitement takes the form of tingles in my fingertips, and I launch myself off the couch, stuffing my feet into heels.
I take a peek to make sure it’s not Don Gio – because then I would sprint upstairs, piss all over myself, and start barking if that awful limp starts echoing down the hall.
In a strange sense of relief, it’s the same Escalade that captured me in the first place. Definitely weird to be happy about my kidnapping vehicle.
Sal burst through the door first, followed by the stupid-looking Goomba, and fake Furio.
“Sabrina, hunnie, I’m home!” Sal laughs while fidgeting with paper bags. He drops them on the kitchen island and fresh fruits roll out. “Oh shit. See what you made me do, Phil?”
The Goomba shakes his head.
The door closes and I hold my breath. I can’t see anything in the living area except some of the kitchen, but I can hear Donny’s loafers clack against the heated tile floors. I struggle to seem at ease, and regret getting dressed up. What the hell was I thinking?
“Wa-ho! Look at this one. Marone! Where do you think you’re going?” Sal eyes me up and down, then raises his eyebrows.
I shrug. “A lady likes to feel pretty sometimes.”
Donny steps around the wall to see what all the fuss is about.
Don’t even spare him a second glance, Ellie. Regardless of how hot he looks in a freshly pressed suit.
He stares at me without saying a word, his gaze like literal heat on my skin, and my palms grow sweaty. I’ve never stared at a TV screen harder in my life, chanting words of relaxation in my mind to not appear tense. Just watch the movie, even if none of it is registering.
He nods for Sal to take a hike, which I notice in my periphery. Then he leisurely steps in front of the TV, disrupting my view.
“Do you mind?” I say, leaning to stare around him.
There’s a shadow of a smirk on his face. In fact, the mood of the entire crew is lighthearted today. Wonder if something went their way.
“You look… good,” Donny says.
I give him a glance, then return to whatever I can see of my movie. “I’m practicing to be a Russian whore.”
He scoffs.
“What? Going to hit me again?” I dare.
“About that…” Donny appears somewhat remorseful, and his offhand gifts from the other day come roaring back into my thoughts.
Was he actually trying to apologize then? He had come alone…
I glance at him when he’s not looking, wondering if maybe he’s not all bad. I like the way he unhooks his cufflinks and opens one too many buttons of his shirt. Everything about him screams danger, and sex. It feels good to have that around me again. It’s been so long…
“I didn’t enjoy it,” he says.
That makes my face scrunch. I was anticipating an apology, but this makes it worse. Like I’m a kid who deserved a spanking.
“I’m not a dog in need of training,” I say.
“You misread the room, took a gamble, and lost. That’s all there is to it,” he says.
“You’d do the same if you were me,” I say, eyes staring daggers into the movie.
