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“Well, because it’s barbaric.”
“And you clearly don’t like my profession.”
“Because you ride motorcycles for a job.”
“And I’m guessing you don’t like the way I dress.” As I speak, I continue to take more steps toward her. Adelina keeps backing up until her back hits the mirror. I close the gap between us until we’re toe-to-toe.
“I never said anything about the way you dress.” Her voice comes out breathless. I’m not sure if it’s from dancing or the proximity to me. I hope the latter.
“Yeah, but you don’t like it, do you?” I place my hands on either side of her head, locking her in.
“I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face. Would you prefer I was in a suit and tie like your brother?”
“I do think a suit it a classy look, yes.” Her gaze flits between my eyes and my chest. “I’m not a fan of … leather jackets.” She gulps.
“See? I told you I was right.”
“I’m sure there are times you’re wrong. You don’t know everything about me, Matteo.”
“Maybe not, but I do know some things.”
“Like what?”
“Like … you’re a dancer.”
She huffs, slightly rolling her eyes. “You deduced that one, did you?”
“I know you’re a dancer, and not just because we’re in your dance studio right now. I can tell you’re a dancer from the way you move.” As I trail my fingertips over her arm, goosebumpsrise on her flesh. She doesn’t pull away. “You have a gracefulness about you. It’s beautiful to see. And,” I lower my voice, “I also know you’re a dancer from how toned your legs are. And trust me, Adelina, I’ve noticed your legs. In fact, I can’t stop thinking about them.”
“My legs?”
“How long they are. How strong. How good they’ll look wrapped around my waist as we—”
“Ok. I get it.”
I smile. “Do you? Do you know what it’s like to be fucked by someone?”
She gasps as she swats at my chest. “This is inappropriate.”
“But we’re going to be married. Might as well talk about it.”
“Well, we’re not married yet. So it would do you some good if you stopped talking about it.”
“Yeah?” I smirk. “What will you do to me if I don’t?”
“I’m going to …”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to …”
“Come on, Adelina. I don’t have all day.”
A smug expression crosses her face. “I’m going to do this.” She slaps me across the face. It’s pretty gentle and tame, but she gets her point across.
“Doesn’t even sting. You’re going to have to do better than that.”
