I give her one of my smiles that gets all the ladies squirming in their panties. I turn on the charm, trying to gloss over any slight Mr. Gallo might take from my tardiness.
"Oh... no worries." Her face is turning a slight pink as she pats my arm. "Come," she says, pulling my arm slightly. "I'll introduce you to my daughter."
She starts heading over to Christopher. And I'm pretty sure thelittle golden goddess isn't turning to look at me for a reason. Anticipation rides me as we approach the couple. I can't help but notice how Christopher resembles the little goddess more than I do, like two golden statues with matching blond perfection.
Reaching out her hand, her mother taps her on her alabaster shoulder.
"Darling?” I must admit, I am holding my breath waiting to see her for the first time. "This is Alexander Russo, dear." The tiny golden goddess turns and I am a bit taken back. Bright, hazel eyes look up at me with thick, dark lashes. I study her features, and she has a pretty little nose and pouty pink lips. I just want to run my tongue over them.
Her skin is smooth as porcelain. She's a marble statue come to life, and I can't wait to get her under me and feel how tight that little pussy is hiding under that gold dress. Maybe this won't be such a hardship after all.
She is incredibly petite, so I extended my hand to take her small, delicate fingers. Her palm is cool to the touch, so I bring it up to my lips and gently brush them with a kiss while blowing hot air over the top of it.
With my best come fuck me voice, I breathe across her knuckles. "I'm delighted to meet you."
I glance up at her from behind her hand. She darts her eyes from me to my brother with an incredibly wide smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
There has to be a joke here, but I didn't catch it. Perhaps she is still slightly amused by something Christopher said? Her mother looks at me inquiringly as her eyes flit back and forth in confusion.
"Ummm, Alexander? I'd like to introduce you to my daughter, Rebekah.” She turns to face her daughter. “Rebekah? This is Alexander Russo, your future brother-in-law."
Rebekah gradually leans forward, letting the fullness of her beautiful breasts show through her dress. She drags her fingertips as she gently takes her hand away from my palm, sending little tingles up my arm. She purrs, "My pleasure."
I straighten up to my full height, trying to hide my agitation. No one mentioned two daughters. I look at Christopher and I can tell he's trying very hard to keep his amusement under control. He's wiggling his eyebrows like he's been in on the joke from the beginning. The fact that he knew she wasn't my intended pisses me off.
I don't find any of this funny.
I was concerned my father would be angry with me for being late, but after forgetting to tell me there were two daughters, I think he can shove his upcoming lecture up his ass. Stepping back, I clasp both hands behind my back and nod.
"It's still a pleasure. A beautiful woman such as yourself? Who wouldn't be eager to meet you? " Christopher loses it then, stifling his chuckle with a sip of his drink.
"Where is Sebastian?" I ask, not breaking eye contact with Rebekah.
Christopher points over to the balcony outside, using the finger still holding his glass to his lips. "Said he needed some air. You know how he gets?"
Sebastian's never been one for being around people. He's shy and has a hard time talking to others. He's more of a computer nerd, keeps to himself, and likes his comic books, video games, that sort of shit. He's fucking smart. Anything you need to be done on a computer, anything you need to be hacked, he is my guy.
The best part is that he can hack into any bank and drain your account before you even know you're broke. He's my tool, my best tool when people start to piss me off. I don't like to use him very often, I'd prefer to have a civilized discussion than drain your bank account, but when the discussion turns sour andbefore I need to use bullets, I call in my little brother. Some men need to learn the hard way to pay their dues.
As I draw in a breath to ask Rebekah if she would like to take a walk on the balcony, the door to the sitting room flies open, slamming into the gilded plaster on the wall. A picture above the gold settee shakes, drawing everybody's attention to the door.
The only thing you see is a blur of red go skidding across the floor, followed by a rather tall woman in the same colour, crouched over stumbling after it, trying to retrieve the item. Her face is hidden behind her long, thick black hair. Just as her fingers are within reach, the tip of her toe kicks it another two feet out of reach.
"Shit!"
She whispers as she hangs there defeated, arms dangling, like a marionette whose strings were cut. The room is silent, so quiet you can hear the birds out past the open patio door.
Mortified, she straightens, as gracefully as she can. She tugs her dress down past her hips, straightening everything out, and tugging at her bodice, which draws my eyes straight to her ample breasts. Both hands go to her forehead, pushing her breasts out even more, and she flips her long, black hair back over her shoulders like a fucking waterfall.
It’s like watching one of those sexy scenes in a movie where the hot girl whips her head back all slow-mo and shit, water spraying in the air. Only this chick isn’t quite the same hot, hot mess maybe.But not hot.My dick doesn’t seem to care; a pulse beats in the crotch of my pants anyway.
What the fuck?
Is this the one I'm supposed to marry? She is nothing like her little golden sister.
She's tall, taller than I had anticipated. Her jet-black hair shines to the point where it almost looks like it has blue highlights init. The first thing I notice, once I can look at her face, are those eyes. Those startled, jade green eyes, as she surveys the room watching her.
She's lush and curvy and thick in all the right places if you're into larger women, which I most certainly am not. I like mine tight, hard with some muscle to be able to handle my kind of fucking. I did happen to notice, as she was bending over to retrieve her purse, that she's got a lush ass. An ass, plump enough to take my palm, an ass I'd like to make blush beneath my hand. Her face is flushed from bending over, growing just as red as her dress, that silk red dress. Did someone tell her to wear that, knowing that color is my weakness?
