“To the bar, where the bartender is going to make me the strongest drink known to man,” Dominic mutters.
We reach the bar. As Dominic is giving his order, I glance around the room. Ambrose is sitting with his wife at one of the tables. He’s talking to her and she’s nodding her head politely.However, her eyes are looking past him. Following her gaze, I see Valerio on the opposite side of the room, talking to two of his men. I tap the table with my nails. Things just got very interesting.
I hear the sound of a glass sliding across the countertop. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dominic snatch the drink and chug it.
“Would you like anything, Ma’am?” The bartender asks me.
“I’ll take a glass of Pinot Noir, thank you.”
Reaching over, I grab Dominic’s arm as he is about to order a second drink. “I think we should dance.”
“Dance?”
“Yes.” Before he can protest, I take his hand and lead him onto the crowded dance floor. We stop near the center. Hesitantly, I put one hand on his shoulder, while his settles at my waist. Our free hands intertwine, and we begin to sway to the music.
My pulse spikes with him being so close to me.
My body grows warm.
He smells good.
Ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking these things.
Yet his suit is hugging him in all the right places.
Dammit girl, get a grip!
“Cipi?” Dominic’s voice brings me out of my thoughts.
“What?” I look at him.
“I said, it’s been a long time since we did this.” The scowl on his face from earlier is starting to fade.
Nostalgia fills my brain. “Yes. Back in high school. That was a long time ago.”
“It was a lot simpler back then…more peaceful…more freedom…” Dominic muses.
I think the drinks are starting to get to him.
“Yeah. I miss those days too,” I whisper.
“Oh and that mafia princess Ambrose was referring to earlier…” Dominic begins.
“Yes?”
“She’s still the prettiest girl in the room.”
I smile.
I don’t trust myself to speak.
I know if things take a romantic turn by some weird twist of fate, I’m so screwed.
Chapter twelve
Thankfully the rest of the evening goes smoothly with no gambles of twisted fate or unforeseen romantic interactions.
After dancing, we head back to our table and eat dinner. Our conversation is actually pleasant, thanks to a little champagne, wine, and fancy drinks.
