Page 58 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian loved heels.

Cara’s stare landed on him, and she shook her head. “Do you often send cars to pick people up without any warning and with no indication of what they are going to be doing?”

“Chris told you to wear something nice, didn’t he?”

“You’re missing the point and the question.”

“You would be surprised at how many people I call on to do whatever fits my fancy.” Gian winked. “But not women, if that’s what you meant.”

Her iciness bled away a little. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“A man is only as good as his word.”

Cara surveyed the restaurant behind him. “Dinner?”

“You’re simplifying it, Tesoro. It’s a date. You and I, having a date.”

“Why?”

Because he thought she might like it.

Because he didn’t want to only fuck Cara.

He wanted to know her, too. He wanted to do normal things with her, like taking her to dinner, listening to her talk, and whatever else she wanted to do. He knew very well this woman was worth far more than how well she could take his cock, and he needed her to know it, too.

Gian stepped up to Cara, close enough that he could smell the hauntingly-sweet perfume lingering on her skin. Only a few inches shorter than him, she stared up at him, waiting for what he would do next.

A simple, quick kiss was all he offered before he straightened again with a smile. But it wasn’t so quick that he didn’t feel the gentle grin of hers form against his kiss before he had pulled away.

“Because it’s been a week since I last saw you, and it didn’t end well,” Gian settled on saying.

Cara looked away. “Well—”

“And you haven’t contacted me, either, so don’t try to say it’s fine. I don’t fall for that bullshit.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

Gian was pleased about that. “Dinner, then?”

“I thought it was a date?”

“Dinner is one part of the date, Cara.”

Her painted-red lips curved at the edges. “All right, then. Most men actually think to ask for a date, though.”

“Seems when I ask for things, we end up in a bed, and we don’t do much else.” Gian chuckled at the sight of Cara’s cheeks turning pink at his words. “Not that I mind, but change is always good, too. I tried a different approach this time, let’s see how it works out for us.”

“Let’s be honest here, probably still in a bed.”

“At least we’ll do something first.”

Cara nodded. “Good enough.”

Gian’s hand found Cara’s lower back as they walked into the restaurant. There was no waiting for a table, as he owned the restaurant, and had the private dining area reserved for the evening until his dinner was finished. Once he had Cara seated at the table, the server made his way in with a smile and menus in hand.

“I don’t know what I want to order,” Cara admitted after the server had offered the specials and what he would recommend. She looked to Gian. “Surprise me?”

“Believe it or not, but if I order for us, it won’t be something fancy and pretty.”