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With my bag in my hand, I followed Ralph to the town car where he opened the door for me. Nerves suddenly overwhelmed me, as I sat in the back of that car, on my way to meet the Italian. I now knew his name was Nicolo DeLuca and he was connected. That part wasn’t what alarmed me. My whole life I had been around men who were in the life. My father was the reigning head of the Baldwin Family. What made me nervous, was how much I was anticipating seeing him, again. It had been a long time since I looked forward to dinner with a man. Especially one as sexy as Nicolo.
Confident that I looked good, I allowed Ralph to assist me out of the car. I straightened my dress that I purchased with the gift card Nicolo sent me. It was a mustard yellow frock that sat off the shoulders, the pleats accentuating my ample breasts. The dress hugged my curves perfectly. It stopped just below my knees and was sexy and demure at the same time. I chose to wear a pair of red Jimmy Choo strappy sandals instead of the shoes he replaced for me. I figured he would expect me to wear them, and I didn’t want to be too predictable. Gotta keep these men on their toes.
He had chosen to dine at the same restaurant where we first met. It was kind of romantic. There were no complaints from me. I loved the food. They had the best calamari in the city. As soon as I entered the front door, the hostess greeted me by name and showed me to the table where Nicolo was waiting. He apparently understood the assignment because the waiter had just delivered a large plate of calamari. Score one for the Italian.
The sexy man stood to greet me with a slight smile and a kiss on the cheek. His predatory look told me he appreciated the time I took to get ready. Did I just hear the man growl? Damn, that was sensual.
“Good evening, Simone. How was your day?”
“Nicolo, my day was just fine thanks to a very generous man. He knew exactly how to put a smile on my face.”
If he was surprised by the fact that I knew his name, he didn’t let on. His face remained impassive, as he poured a wine that I drank all the time, into my glass. It was like he knew all my favorite things and was happy to give them to me.
“You look beautiful. That dress is sexy as hell.”
“Thank you. I purchased it with the gift card you sent. I hoped you’d like it.”
“Did you wear the shoes too?”
He leaned over to take a peek at my feet. A look of disappointment came over his handsome face as he discovered the answer to his question.
“They don’t really go with the dress.”
“That dress is amazing. It shows off all your assets, baby. You got a man thinking of dessert before he can finish the appetizer.”
“Oh really? Well, you’re gonna have to put your sweet tooth on hold because mama needs to eat. It has been a long day, and I am hungry.”
As if he was standing around the corner listening for his cue, the waiter appeared at the table carrying two heaping bowls filled with our entrée.
“Here we have Osso Bucco slowly braised with vegetables in tomato sauce and white wine, served over saffron risotto. Enjoy.”
That food had my mouth watering on sight. The aroma was decadent, and when I tasted the divine dish, I almost came in my Savage Fenty’s.
“Mmm, this is for the gods! The meat just melts off the bone. That chef deserves a raise!”
“I’ll be sure to tell my cousin, Vinny.”
I burst into laughter. I was well aware that Italian families had Vinnies, however, that somehow struck me as hilarious.
“Cousin Vinny? Does he look like Joe Pesci? Please say he looks like Joe Pesci.”
“As a matter of fact, he does. We have picked on him for years about that.”
A huge smile crossed his face, and we both fell into a fit of laughter. His laugh was boisterous, and it made me like him even more than I already did. I wanted to make him laugh like that every day. He seemed so serious. Everyone needed to smile and have a good time. I could be that for him. Wait, I was getting ahead of myself. This was only a date. Who knows if I would ever see him again after tonight?
We finished dinner, and Nicolo requested to have our dessert, double chocolate cake, to go. He never asked, and I never agreed, yet somehow, I knew we were going home together to have hot, nasty sex. It hung in the air. Our chemistry was way too good not to. We exited the restaurant holding hands. It was cute to see Nicolo blush, as he reached out for me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear as we waited for his driver to bring the car around.
“I can’t wait to lick up all this chocolate. It looks decadent.”
“That little stunt just ruined my panties,” I flirted back.
“Take them off and give them to me.”
I looked at the man who had dared me to remove my undergarment in public. He thought I wouldn’t do it. It seemed Nicolo DeLuca didn’t research me enough. I loved a good dare. In fact, I relished them. Handing him my clutch, I lifted the tail of my skirt just to the top of my thigh gap.
You couldn’t quite see my monkey, but it was close. Sliding both my hands under the hem of my dress, I hooked my index fingers onto the strap of my thong and pulled it down my thick thighs. I moved slowly so he could enjoy the show, not caring if anyone else was looking. In fact, it turned me on at the thought of people watching me. As the lacy material passed my calves, I stood on one leg and then the other, removing the thong from my person.
Nicolo’s face was marred by a wolflike grin as arousal flamed in his eyes. Taking a cue from Grace Jones in one of my favorite movies, I placed the thong on his face, making sure to rub the crotch area under his nose. His smile grew even bigger as he handed me my clutch and grabbed my panties. The man had the nerve to fist them and hold them under his nose, as he growled into his hand. Fuck me! We were about to have some fun tonight.
