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Just as I guessed, that smirk disappears, but the gleam in his eyes brightens as he licks his lips while I slowly rise again. He watches my every move like a predator watches its prey. I trail my hand down the side of my neck, over my breast, down to my thigh, and his heavy stare raises goose bumps along my skin.
I feel it as if it were his fingers touching me instead.
My core tightens and a fire starts to burn in my stomach. I watch him as well, noting the desire burning him from the inside out. He runs his thumb across his bottom lip. It’s so intense, this thing flowing between us, that I have to turn away before I drown in the sudden dizziness I feel.
When the last words leave my mouth, the spell is broken.
I look at Joe and touch my nose to let him know I need a quick break. He nods and I quickly exit the stage and grab Carla, dragging her with me out the back door.
Once the cool air hits my burning face Carla says, “Damnnn, girl! I’ve never seen you put on a show like that! You looked so fucking sexy, Sia, and your voice, ugh. I hate you, bitch.”
Laughing, I take the smoke she passes to me.
If there was ever a time that I needed a cigarette it’s now.
On an exhale she looks over at me. “I saw the sparks flying between you and Gavriel. Be careful with that one,chica. The Renzettis are fine as hell, but their hands are red and their souls are dark.”
As I open my mouth to ask her what the fuck she’s going on about, the door beside us opens and Gavriel steps out.
Being face-to-face now I can see his eyes are indeed black.
The glittering irises have me trapped once again as he peruses me.
“Ciao.” God, his voice.
The tenor of it is like dark chocolate and bourbon. Smooth and addictive. The Italian word rolling smoothly off his tongue. Fuck me.
Letting me breathe again, he looks at Carla and asks, “May we have a moment, please?” I swear his accented voice alone has my panties soaked.
After I give her a nod, Carla slips back inside, leaving me alone with this man who makes my insides feel like they’re melting and freezing at the same time.
I’m tongue-tied standing this close to him, so I reluctantly lean against the building, smoking my cigarette while I wait for him to speak.
I don’t keep my eyes elsewhere for long, though.
Needing to see his lips move, I look at him as he says, “You have a very beautiful and soulful voice. Who taught you to sing? Your mother?” I know he’s sincere, it shows in his eyes, but the assumption that my mother taught me anything beautiful has me scoffing.
“No. My mother and father didn’t teach me anything except heartache and abandonment.” I don’t know why I just snapped at this man. He didn’t say anything to deserve it. My head and emotions are a mess right now. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to speak to you that way. I’m just not used to any of this,” I tell him as I toss the cigarette butt and hold out my hand.
“My name is Anastasia Romano. Everyone calls me Sia, though.”
I’m not expecting him to shake my hand after the way I made a fool of myself with my temper, but he surprises me when he takes my hand and says, “Gavriel Renzetti, and don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t make assumptions like that, but I meant what I said. I’ve never heard someone sing so beautifully.”
I can’t help the blush that blooms and he sees it too, if his soft smile is anything to go on.
“Thank you. I’ve been singing for as long as I can remember. I write my own songs too. Maybe one day I can sing those for y’all too.” I cringe at my Texas twang. New Yorkers noticed my accent right away. I’ve been teased by some of the girls, but it was all in fun. I hate it, though. I’m not even Texas-bred, but it’s an accent that is very hard to lose.
His smile widens and he says, “Don’t be embarrassed. Your accent is refreshing. Where are you from?”
“I’m from Texas, but I was born here. I just moved her a couple of weeks ago. I came to find my parents or information on them. I just sing here so I can hopefully be noticed for my talents. I’m too young to work without a liquor license, so I work for tips singing.” God, I’m rambling like a fool. I’m sure I sound like the eighteen-year-old that I am. I’ve never been nervous around a guy before, but I’ve also never had butterflies swarming my stomach either.
His fingers tipping my chin up to look at him cuts off all my thoughts. His thumb pulling out my bottom lip from between my teeth makes me feel like I might faint. He strokes my lip once and then drops his hand, letting me breathe until he leans in closer. He moves my hair over my shoulder and lets his fingertips lightly touch the same spot on my neck that I had trailed my hand down during the last song.
“I’d love to hear your own songs. Maybe you can sing them for me one day?” His deep voice is suddenly husky and has my pussy throbbing. I clench my thighs as my breath hitches in my throat. Never, and I mean never, has anyone made me feel this way.
No one has ever got my pulse racing like Gavriel has with just a few moments alone.
I give a breathy “Yes, I’d love to,” as Joe comes out.
“Sia, come on, I nee—oh I’m sorry, Mr. Renzetti, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He abruptly stops and glances between us. Probably noticing how close we’re standing to each other. I’m sure my blush didn’t go unnoticed.
Fuck my life.
“That’s okay, we were just heading in.” Winking at me, he offers me his hand to lead me back inside. “I’m sure everyone is just as anxious to hear her sing again as I am.”
