This battle required the ultimate weapon. It was time to bring out my slutty grey sweatpants.
Truce
Iwas busy texting Ally and filling her in on how Project Regret Me was going when the bedroom door swung open, and Santino strolled in, unbuttoning his shirt as he did. I immediately hid my phone between my legs and stared at his mouth-watering chest.
“Yourpapicalled me. We are having dinner with him tomorrow night,” he said, entering his dressing room and stripping out of the rest of his clothes. I swallowed at the sight of his delicious body, all taut muscles, tanned skin, and tattoos, standing in his boxers. Then he ripped them down his legs, too. I licked my lips as my gaze drifted lower.Cristo, he had an amazing ass. It looked so firm and hard.
I wanted to sink my teeth into it.
Jesus, no. Game face, woman.
“What?”
He peered at me with a cocky smirk. He knew I hadn’t listened to a word he’d said as soon as he’d started removing clothing.
“Tomorrow night. We’re having dinner atTrattoria San Verowith yourpapi.”
I blinked. Dinner with my father was too much to process when I had a naked Santino directly in my eyeline. Thinking he was about to grant me mercy, I watched as he reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of... grey sweatpants.Merciless menace.
“Mypapi? He called you and asked us to meet him for dinner? In public?”
"Si.”He stood in the doorway of the dressing room and raised his arms above his head, holding the top of the door frame like he was posing for a sexy book cover as those grey joggers hung low around his hips. They were thin enough that he might as well have still been naked because my eyes were glued to the outline of his massive dick. Why did I pretend I hated giving head? I couldn't think of anything I wanted to do more.
Self-preservation, Aria.
"You better stop looking at my dick like that,Bella Ribelle,or I might get theright idea."
I forced my gaze up to his face, and he groaned. "Stop seducing me with those damn eyes. You know, I only have to look into them, and I'll get hard."
I scoffed. "Sure."
"Is that a challenge?"
He stared, holding my gaze in some hypnotic trance that refused to let me go. Heat rushed through my veins. I glanced down, and there it was. The outline of his dick thickening under his grey joggers; an unmistakable tent that he wasn't the least bit embarrassed by.
I forced my gaze back to his face, cursing the raging desire that threatened to undo everything I'd worked so hard on today. "That’s some party trick. Expecting a standing ovation?"
The corner of his lips twitched into an amused smile. "I think I already have one."
For the second time today, the asshole made me laugh. Not good.
“Back to my father," I said, hoping the topic would cool the sexual tension in the air. "Why would he do that?”
Santino crawled onto the end of the bed with that seductive look in his eyes. My heart raced when he prowled towards me like a majestic animal as I sat frozen. When he placed his hands on either side of my hips, stopping just a few inches from my face, I realised too late that I was trapped.
“Maybe he’s come to his senses and realised how good we are together.”
I snorted. Loudly. It was ridiculously unattractive, and beneath the embarrassment, I told myself I should probably do more of it. But then Santino’s lips curved into a ruthless smile.
“You made a cute little noise just like that when we met in that massage room. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days afterwards.”
What the hell was wrong with this man? Why wasn’t he repulsed by anything I did? I needed to step up my game and fart or spray water out of my nose when I laughed. Or... ramp up the crazy, needy bitch.
I folded my arms across my chest. “Where were you all day?”
“I told you,” he husked, his eyes travelling down my neck to my tits. He lifted his hand to sweep my hair away, giving him a better view. “I was in a meeting in the city.”
“A meeting? For four hours?” I raised an eyebrow, refusing to give in to the sensation of his fingers on my skin, and whacked his hand away.
