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“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she asks pointedly.
“You’re my assistant. What the fuck do I need to introduce you for?”
Assistant my ass, there is no way this relationship is platonic. I glance over at Rocco and he shakes his head at me as if to say this is a typical exchange for Tysen.
“Fine, I’ll wait upstairs then,” she says through gritted teeth.
“You’ll be waiting on the fucking trash heap if you come in and try to dictate to me again,” he says sharply. “You ever look at Don Rocco’s wife like that again, and it will be the last fucking thing you do. Apologize,” he demands, the iciness radiating off his voice.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” she mutters as her face flushes, and she quickly leaves the room.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say awkwardly.
“She needs to know her place,” he mutters irritably.
“You’re all charm, Tysen,” Rocco says, returning.
“We didn’t get to catch up, old man. Why don’t you come and spend some time in Las Vegas? I guess you could bring the ball and chain, too.” He sighs.
“You’re too generous,” I say sarcastically.
“Where I go, she goes. You could always come to New York?” Rocco says, smirking.
“I hate winter and snow, you know that motherfucker. Come and see me, Las Vegas is the only place to be on New Years Eve.
“Sounds like a plan,” Rocco says as Tysen disappears into the crowd.
“What?” I say looking at Rocco’s bemused expression.
“Seems like you have a fan,” he chortles.
“He just referred to me as a ball and chain.”
“Trust me, he could have said worse. You saw him in action, he doesn’t exactly mince is words.”
“You would have let him speak to me like that?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be thinking it.”
“Smooth.” I chuckle.
“Shall we stay a little longer or do you want to end the evening early?” He says quietly.
“I’m ready to leave now,” I say while folding my napkin up slowly and giving him a meaningful look, knowing that I am ready to take the next step with him.
“Good,so am I,”he says, giving me his best devilish smile. “Give me a second.” He stands up and I watch him walk up to the top table and shake the hand of the groom as well as some of the other men before circling back to me.
He walks back slowly and indicates for my hand, which I give him. He pulls me through the throng of wedding guests, his fingers tightly intertwined with mine, until we reach the other side of the hilltop where a huge car is parked.
“Where are we going?” I say, frowning, noting a car on the hilltop that seems out of place amongst the greenery.
“The original plan was to go back to New York after the wedding, but I figured we could spend one more night here. What do you think?” he asks, leaning on the hood of the car.
“You want to spend the night in the car?” I snort.
“I can’t deny getting you in the backseat would definitely be a night to remember, but I was thinking of something a bit classier. I’ve got a place up in the mountains, it’s nice and discreet.”
“Discreet?” I say curiously
