I lifted my gaze to glance at him.
He was still smirking.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“Come on. What’s the real reason?”
“That is the real reason.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Maybe you aren’t my type.”
Then he released a quick, loud laugh. “I’m everyone’s type—except gay women and straight men.”
“Cristo, you’re arrogant.” I pierced the needle into his flesh, this time digging a little harder than necessary on purpose.
He didn’t flinch. “Have dinner with me.” His voice softened now, back to his agenda.
“I’m starting to wonder if my father was right about you.”
“What does that mean?”
“That you’re a mole who will destroy us from the inside. Your first step is to fuck Vincenzo Mancini’s daughter asa big fuck-you before you do whatever else you have planned.”
His eyebrows immediately furrowed. “That’s not my style.”
“Then you just like women who are off-limits? Maybe that’s your type.”
“That’s not it either.”
“Then what is it, Wolfe?” I snapped. “We had our night together, and it’s done.”
He studied me with his eyes, razor-sharp, hard, and piercing. “What aren’t you telling me?”
I finished his stitches then cleaned the wound once more.
“Are you married? Have a boyfriend?”
“Wow.”
“I don’t have a problem stealing you from a lesser man?—”
“Don’t insult me,” I said. “I don’t want to get involved with any of my father’s men. I’ve been down this road before, and I don’t want to walk down it again, alright?” That was the most I was willing toshare with him.
He held my stare, unblinking, like he was desperate to know more but wouldn’t cross the boundary that I set.
“If I left your father’s employment, would you give me a chance?”
I held his stare, surprised he was willing to do that. “No. You really aren’t my type, Wolfe. Not in appearance or personality or anything like that, but in a different way.”
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a solid minute passed. Then that smirk moved over his lips when he seemed to figure it out. “Now I understand. Because I’m a criminal—and you’re looking for an upstanding citizen.”
I stared at the dirty suture kit that sat on the table.
He released a chuckle.
My gaze shifted back to him as my eyebrow cocked.
