“No.” He almost smirked as he answered.
“Any important relationships in your life?”
“No.” This time, he did smirk. “Interesting question from a woman who claims she doesn’t want to be mine.”
“I was just curious.”
“I sleep around a lot. That’s it.”
“Like flings?”
“No. I rarely do back-to-backs. Occasionally a weekend, depending on the circumstances, but that’s unusual.”
The waiter came to the table to take our order.
Wolfe ordered without looking at him. “I’ll take the Bistecca—medium. My woman will have the pistachio pesto pizza.” He handed over the menus and continued to look at me.
The waiter left, and we were back to the staring contest.
“Your woman?” I asked.
“Am I going to come inside you after this?”
I gave a slight shake of my head. “You’re really something else.”
“Am I wrong?”
“You’re a dick?—”
“But you love it and you fucking know it.” He leaned over the table and lowered his voice. “Just the way I love all that attitude, all that sass, the stubbornness and the pride and the way you run that mouth without giving a damn about what anyone thinks.” He sat back againstthe chair. “I don’t fuck women bareback, so yeah, you’re my woman, whether you like it or not.”
I’d never encountered a man like this. So intense and so bossy and so…possessive and territorial. Never met a man who was obsessed with me at first glance, especially one who was hot as fuck. “A bit presumptuous.”
“Would you like me to drop you off at home and hit the whorehouse? Pick up a woman at a bar in Palermo and fuck her at my place?”
It was completely theoretical and just a way to prove his point, but I didn’t like it at all.
He must have seen my answer on my face because a little smirk moved over his lips. “That’s what I thought.” He had a triumphant authority in his stare as he crossed his arms once more. “And if any dogs come sniffing around my property, I’ll kill them—so make sure you don’t throw them a bone.”
Was he serious?
He stared me down like he sure was. “You’re crazy.”
“Oh, I know.”
“I mean that literally.”
“That was how I took it.”
I dealt with difficult and dangerous men every single day, but Wolfe was something else. If I were smart, I would tell my father to fire him and cut this off before it went any further and got complicated and messy. But I wasn’t smart.
“I want to know about you.”
“I’m twenty-six, a lot younger than you.”
He shook his head. “What you lack in age you show in maturity. Tell me more.”
“I was born here in Caltanissetta. And like you, I was born into this.”
