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Sarcasmdrips from his boss man lips. Eden winces.
I blow outabreath. "Ah, shit."
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CHAPTERTWO
“GUESS WHO’S COMING TO DINNER?”
Adriano
Didshe really think that she was justgonnahop inacar and drive away from me?
Did she really think I didn't know the first person she would come to would be Eden, hoping to plead her case withEden’shusband, Sergio?
Did she really think that he would take her sideover mine?
Jesus.
I knowexactly whoQuinn is… though I’m not sure she knows who I am. What she doesn't know is that herpretty littleass has been over my kneemore times than she can count, because someone likes to be blindfolded, and I happen to like women who don't know who I am.
There are things about hershe has no idea I even know.
Pain tolerance? Off thefucking charts.
Snarky mouth? She's begging for someone to put her in her place.
Fear of commitment? Oh, yeah. She's not a member of the club, because she likes to go fromone high payingmember to the next, like some kind ofgoddamngame of musical billionaire bed.
“I talk to her first," Sergio says.He’s the boss so what he says goes, but one thing we like about Sergio isthatSergio has respect for his men. It's a two-way street.
Inodmy head. "Of course."
Whoever that woman was who drove her here, she doesn't drive as fast as I do.
The second Quinn took off I had eyes on her and she had a tail all the way here.
"You know," Sergio says, stroking his chin thoughtfully, “this might actually work in your favor."
Is it my imagination or does he have something up his sleeve? Igivehim a look, but I don'tsayanything.
No one ever knowswhat the fuckSergioMontavio isthinking.
Eden speaks to her husband in a small voice. "Can we talk privately, please?"
Sergio looks quietlyfromme toEdenthenback again before he nods. She may be submissive to him because that's what he expects and that's who she is, but it goes both ways. If his wife asked him for anything he would move heaven and earth to give it to her.
Hey,I never said he was perfect.
I blame the Italian lover boyinthese men.
Eden and Sergio have a hushed conversation. Her eyebrows go up andher voice risesinpitch, but Sergio’s stays calmand steady. That means nothing, he’d be calm and steadyif the roofwascaving in,the military was attacking us, and there was a nuclear weapon on the premises.I get nothing from what they're saying to each other.I’m pacingthe room, my hands behind my back, wishing he’djust let me deal withthelittle brat already…
I don’t knowwhat the fuckshe was doing there. The first thing I’m going to do is find out.
Edenleaves, her face unreadable. Sergio turns to me. "You know we've grown our number in the past year."
What the hell does this have to do with why I came?I remain calm. "Yes, sir. That's why I'm here."
