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She swallows, looking lost and young and scared at the edges.
“Those all the things you need?”
Avah might look young and lost and a little scared, but she’s also mad, and she scowls. “No. I need my camera stuff, my car, my portfolios. I—”
“Tesoro, we’ll make two trips.”
“I hate this. I don’t want this. I refuse to be intimidated by a coward.”
“Babe, it’s me, or Dan, or back to your hometown.” I dump the flowers on the coffee table and slip the card into my pocket as I cross to her, raising her chin with a finger. “Your choice.”
“It’s not a choice, and you know it.” But she looks at me with a soft, fierce light in her eyes. “But I choose you.”
Fuck me. I brush my lips over her sweet ones and take her bag.
“We’ll come back for the rest.”
* * *
Avah doesn’t have much, not really. Just clothes, toiletries, and her camera stuff. We get the latter on the second trip. I pile chemicals, trays, and all the other shit into my car, and she gets in hers.
* * *
I make her sit as I put everything in my living room.
She looks at me. “You’ve got me now.” She glances about like she’s not really sure what just fucking happened. To be fair, neither am I.
Except . . . this is the safest place for her to be. I can collect her from her job, keep her here, and go to work.
“So, what now, Nicolo? How do I fit in?”
I know I should be a gentleman and clear the guest room. But I’m not one, so I don’t. She can stay in my bed and . . . oh fuck, yeah, I’m going to touch her. I know that.
It’s just going to be a game of how long I can keep my hands to myself.
“You fit.”
“Where am I sleeping?”
I just look at her, and pink blooms in her cheeks. Her fucking pretty eyes go a little dreamy, and she presses her thighs together.
Right now, I’m guessing it won’t be long before I strip her of her virgin label, or whatever version of untouched she is.
But if someone slid his filthy hands over her pussy, pushed so much as a finger in there, I want to kill him.
That’s a new feeling, one I don’t think I’ve had before—that level of sudden onset possessive jealousness.
My phone starts to buzz. I pull it out and frown. “Diego?” I say as I answer.
“Yeah, bro, Got you something. You free?”
Not really, but . . . “Where and when?”
“Now. The De Luca building basement.”
“Give me thirty.”
She’s all curious. “Who was that? Who’s Diego?”
