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He shakes his head and reaches for his water with his free hand. “No, this is the first time I’ve been here.”
My jaw falls slack as I continue to stare at him, even more confused. “Then… how do they all know who you are?”
He smirks, working his jaw before looking over at me and dropping his voice. “Because I paid for the building.”
Before I can say anything else, a tall, slim figure bustles up to the table with his arms wide. His dirty blonde hair is neatly combed and gelled in place, and he wears a black suit with a burgundy shirt underneath.
“Alex,” he says, catching our attention. “You finally made it. It’s good to see you.”
Alessandro pulls his hand away from my thigh, which immediately feels naked without the contact, and shakes hands with the newcomer who I already know is Gian Luca.
“It took long enough, but I’m here,” Alessandro says. “The place looks fantastic, and it seems to be doing well.”
Gian Luca takes a seat across from us in the booth, folding his hands together on the table. “Thanks, man. It’s doing great–really great, actually. Who’s your gorgeous friend?”
Alessandro’s gaze bounces from Gian Luca to me and back again, his hand slipping back into place on my thigh. “This is Jessa, one of my employees. Jessa, this is Gian Luca, one of my business partners. He was the head chef at Sal’s before Ronaldo.”
“I owe this entire restaurant to this man right here,” Gian Luca says, pointing at Alessandro with his hands still clasped. “He believed in me enough to get the ball rolling, and here we are.”
I listen to the two men talk, and all the while, Alessandro’s thumb dances back and forth methodically on my leg. It’s relaxing, but every time I almost get used to the feeling, he hikes his fingers a little higher, and butterflies explode in my stomach.
If he keeps going, he’ll be teasing my panties while his friend sits across from us, none the wiser.
When his fingers brush the hem of my dress, I attempt to distract myself from the heat swelling between my thighs by nibbling on a piece of bread. I even dip it in the guacamole, which I’m not a fan of, to force my thoughts away from his fingers creeping ever higher.
When the waitress comes back to deliver our drinks and Gian Luca’s favorite appetizer–fried macaroni bites–I suck down such a big gulp of my fruity cocktail, I nearly choke. It’s sweltering in the booth, and I can feel my soaked panties sticking against the seat.
I’m almost worried Alessandrodoesplan to finger bang me with Gian Luca sitting right across from us, but Miyo’s owner finally stands.
“You two enjoy,” he says, nodding to both of us. “If you need anything, just let me know. Whatever you want is on the house.”
With a wave, he walks away, leaving us alone, and Alessandro dips his hand deeper between my legs, an inch away from my throbbing center.
“I thought he’d never leave,” he mutters, his voice low and husky. “If you want me to stop, I will, babydoll. All you have to do is say so.”
I weigh my options. I've never done anything in public before. Nerves flood my brain, convincing me of all the reasons why this is wrong, of all the reasons we shouldn't.
But as he leans closer to me, his charred bourbon scent wraps around me, dulling my inhibitions and turning my mind into a hazy mess.
Luckily, the waiter returns to take our order, buying me a couple of minutes.
"Are you hungry?" Alessandro asks, his dark eyes staring into mine intently.
I'm starving. Famished, really, but not for anything on the menu. I need Alessandro to fill me. Once I've successfully come on his fingers, maybe I can think about food.
"A little," I answer, even though I couldn't care less about what goes in my mouth right now.
Unless it's Alessandro's throbbing cock.
"Give us the Marguerite and a Tolmeco Homestyle," Alessandro says, passing our untouched menus to him with his free hand.
"Yes sir. Coming right up."
The waiter turns to walk away, and Alessandro's eyes are on mine, his fingers dancing dangerously close to my entrance.
"Let me touch you, babydoll.” He nudges my thighs apart gently, finally running his fingertips against my core. I suck in a sharp breath as he slips my lacy thong to the side and teases my slit.
"Just like that," he whispers gruffly in my ear. "Such a good girl."
