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And people think I’m a monster.
On the contrary.
I know when to give someone the full brunt of my temper and when not to.
“From now on, you only wear flats, understand?”
She nods meekly, clutching a clipboard to her chest.
“What do you have for me?”
“We need to discuss the RSVPs for the grand opening and secure the emcee. Dante suggested…”
“Never start a sentence with Dante suggested,” I retort as we begin to walk while I still dab my suit down.
My brother may be my second in charge at Fortress Realty, and he’s very good at buying, selling and acquiring property and businesses due for liquidation, but he’s got the worst taste in music.
“He said he knows Ariana Grande.” She shrugs.
I pinch the bridge of my nose as I walk.
That’s the classic line he uses when trying to get into a woman’s pants.
“I’ll say this only once,” I mutter. “Stay away from Dante.”
“But, Sir, he works in the same office.”
I turn and look down at her and she shrivels up, shutting her mouth as quickly as she opened it. “What I meant was, my brother can be very…smooth,shall we say.”
She goes beet red, and I know she knows what I mean.
I don’t get how he gets so many chicks. He’s hopeless.
He never remembers to call a girl after a date. Never does anything remotely romantic. I suppose it could be worse, he could be Fynn.
When I’m dating a woman, she’ll know if I’m into her or not.
I like making a woman smile by giving her gifts or taking her to her favorite restaurant. I’m a romantic at heart, always have been.
In bed, my pleasure is giving her pleasure. I can eat a woman out for an eternity if it’s what she desires. I get off on seeing her lose it.
I straighten my tie when my mind flicks to the temptress in my house.
“That reminds me,” Jonas goes on when Georgie excuses herself to take a call from Helena. “How is that hot Russian in your house going? I heard she’s got a set of lungs on her.”
Jonas, being my cousin and confidant, is well aware of what went down at the shipping yard and the fact that we ended up with an unexpected stowaway.
“Don’t fucking ask.”
“That good, huh? Angelo’s gonna have a field day with Petrov.”
“The sooner that meeting happens, the better.”
“Speaking of which, Angelo has scheduled a meeting for 4:00 pm to discuss Uncle Mario’s funeral arrangements.”
Fuck.
Mom will know by now.
