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As I contemplated the thought, another one occurred to me.

What if I asked her to stay? To be part of my life? Would she want that? We never discussed the future.

“What are your plans, Vi?”

“Tonight?” she hummed. “Hopefully your massive cock inside me, a few orgasms, and a good sleep.”

I dropped a kiss to her head. “That is guaranteed. I mean later. A few months from now, a year…” I trailed off.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want to be a waitress your whole life?”

“No. Maybe go back to school. I always loved numbers and wanted to be an accountant.”

“Then you should.”

“When I’m ready.”

“Some good schools around here. Niagara College has accounting courses.”

She turned and looked up at me. Her skin glowed from the steam in the room, her hair pushed off her face. “Want to keep me around longer, big man?” she asked, her voice teasing but her eyes showing her real feelings. She was worried about my response.

I stroked her cheek. “Yeah, baby. I do.”

Her smile was wide. “Then I’ll have to start thinking about it.”

I bent and captured her mouth. “You do that.”

VI

I was surprisingly nervous the next few shifts, jumping at shadows and anxious when I was alone. Aldo made me call him when I arrived at the hotel, and he met me at my car and walked me to the deli. I also noticed he checked on me frequently. He had changed a little since the incident and our exchange. He was protective and close. I stayed with him a couple of nights, and the one night I insisted on going home, he showed up in the early hours of the morning, pulling me beside him onto the sofa and trapping me between the leather and his hard body. I managed to slide away, whispering I had to pee, for him to let me go, then I made coffee and sat and watched him sleep. In repose, his face was softer, less stern. His scruff was thick, his lips full, and he filled the sofa by himself, never mind when he had me pressed against him. He looked almost peaceful. Not quite—but more so than when he was awake and alert.

I wasn’t sure what to make of his closeness. His protectiveness. I hoped it meant the same to him as it did to me. He was open, answering my questions as we lay together. He talked about his parents, losing them. Working with Roman. The vast scope of his businesses and the trust Roman placed in him. He made me laugh reciting the story of Luca and his fiancée/wife. The plans for their wedding to satisfy her family and keep peace.

Roman’s reaction to it all.

I pulled a knee up to my chest, sipping my coffee. I glanced down with a frown. My big toe had a chip in the polish. I would have to redo my toenails today.

“I have a pedicure booked for you this morning,” Aldo said, his voice gravelly from sleep.

I looked up, meeting his dark eyes. “Oh.”

“And a massage. You’re tense. I thought you’d enjoy it. You can head up to the room after and relax before your shift.”

His caring and generosity touched me. “Thank you.”

He sat up, stretching, the blanket falling to his waist. It showed all his muscles as they rippled while he moved. “We should have used the goddamn bed.”

I laughed. “You’re the one who pulled me to the sofa.”

He stood, and I tried not to ogle him as he headed toward me, his cock already at attention. He stopped in front of me, taking my cup and draining it, then bending down and kissing me. I slid my hand between us, and he groaned. “Stop. Unless you want me to nail you on the floor or against the wall. That damn sofa wouldn’t make it out alive once I start with you.”

I laughed. It had protested loudly last night when he’d joined me on the sofa. I wasn’t sure it would still be in one piece if he fucked me on it. The twin bed I’d bought wasn’t much better. The noises it made when he lay on it were scary.

I slid to my knees. “There is a third option, big man.”

He groaned loudly as I took him in my mouth.