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I smile as I catch the first glimpse of the man I met. “Did you organize for me to come to Milan?”
“Yes,” he confirms without hesitation. “And you weren’t ever supposed to find that out. Damn Giorgio and his big mouth.”
I smile. “Why did you want me here?”
“I needed to see you.” His eyes hold mine.
“Why didn’t you just call me?”
A frown crosses his brow. “Because I knew you wouldn’t come for me alone.”
Does he even know me at all?
We stare at each other and I feel this connection that just shouldn’t be there. Not after this long—not after the way he treated me.
“What are you thinking?” he whispers.
“I don’t know.” Thump, thump, thump goes my heart. “What are you thinking?”
He leans toward me. “I’m thinking that you’re the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever seen, and I……” His voice trails off.
“And you what?”
“I need to kiss you.”
I stare at him as the air swirls between us. “So, do it.”
He frowns and his eyes lift to the people around us. “I can’t. I can’t kiss you here.”
“Why not?”
He gives a subtle shake of his head and clenches his jaw. “I don’t get to choose what I do in public anymore.”
Fuck, he doesn’t want me.
I fake a smile and stand. “That’s okay, I get it.”
He frowns and stands abruptly. “You get what?”
“I’m not playing this game, Rico. You don’t have to say pretty things. You don’t have to kiss me. I’m not going to beg. How pathetic do you think I am?”
“You think I don’t want you?”
I roll my eyes. “Just leave it.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me through the club quickly. “What are you doing?” I cry out. We cross the dance floor, walk through the hall, and we enter another room. I glance around to see we’re in an office of some kind.
Enrico slams me up against the back of the door. “I said I can’t kiss you. Not that I didn’t want to.”
His lips take mine aggressively. His tongue slides through my open lips, and I melt against him. He pushes his hard body up against mine as he moans into my mouth. We lose control. My hands are in his hair when he slams me harder against the wall. I feel his hard length up against my stomach. He bends and runs his hand up my thigh, under my dress. His tongue seductively dances with mine as he pushes my panties to the side.
We fall silent as his fingers slowly circle through my dripping wet flesh.
“Solleva la gamba, lasciami entrare.” Translation: lift your leg, let me in.
“What?” I pant.
“Wrap your leg around me.”
