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It’s just hard to resist the fantasy when he’s the first man to have this effect on me.
He’s the first man to make me feel like I’d give him everything.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Vincent
It’s Friday again.
Time is going and I’m getting anxious, but I’ve managed to smooth things over
with Pa by inviting Dmitri and Yuri to the fundraiser. Pa liked that I did that.
It provided a cushion for the situation while I wait to hear from Gibbs.
I got home early today to work on one of my old cars. While my brothers like bikes, I’m into cars, although I own several bikes as well. I felt like I needed some nonsexual distraction today.
I’ve been hard at work at changing some of the parts on the engine of my Mustang for the last two hours.
I’m so distracted I don’t see her come into the garage. It’s her waving her hand at me that gets my attention.
I’m crazy and possibly blind if I can focus on a car when she’s standing there in front of me wearing those tight shorts and I didn’t see her. My cock hardens just from the sight.
She’s got the shorts, and she added a tank top that does the job intended to show off her tits.
“You didn’t go to work dressed like that, did you?” I snap, looking her over.
She raises her brows. “No, I just got back and changed. Are you going to start telling me what I can and can’t wear to work?”
“You can’t wear that. That sort of getup is for me only. Like fuck am I going to have you parading around Chicago looking like that.”
She gives me an incredulous glare, but when her eyes drop to my chest and scan my bare chest, I see the thing that makes me want her. Her own want and desire for me.
“Come here,” I demand, and she comes closer. She’s obviously out here to see me for something, but I want to be inside her. I slam down the hood of the car, pick her up, and set her on top of it.
“Vincent—” she begins, but I stop her next words with a kiss as I dive headfirst into trouble. Fuck, she tastes so damn good.
She kisses me back, but then she pulls away and slips off the hood before I can get to her.
“What the fuck?”
“Vincent… I need to talk to you,” she says with more insistence. There’s a tremor of fear in her voice that brings reality back to the forefront of my mind.
“What is it, Bellezza?”
“I got the job,” she replies, and I feel like an asshole when that terrified look reaches her eyes, the same as when I first met her.
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, but it means …” Her voice trails off.
“What?” I want her to ask me.
“I’d need to leave for Florida in two weeks and stay there for three months. That’s what it means. I wondered if maybe … maybe you could tell me when…” Her voice trails off.
“The debt will be repaid.” I say that more as a statement than a question. She nods, and I can see that fear overpowering the want she has. She’s scared I’ll take away her second love.
“I wondered if maybe you’d let me go, and I could come back after.”
