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"I'm not doing it out of kindness, but again, out of curiosity." He moves closer. "I need you to help me with something.”
"And what’s that?"
"Tell me why a young and beautiful woman such as yourself is drinking alone on a Friday night." His smile grows wider on his lips. "I thought maybe you were expecting someone, but you're not exactly dressed for a date. And you haven't once looked at your phone or been impatient, so I imagine, you're alone."
"Maybe I am." It's risky to confess to a stranger that I'm alone in an unfamiliar city. But something in me knows he’s not the kind of guy to use it to his advantage.
"In that case, allow me to be your companion tonight."
Fire burns in his eyes and I wonder if I’ve stepped into the Twilight Zone.
"And who says I’m in need of a companion?" I exhale, enjoying this little game.
"Maybe you weren't before, but you’re considering my offer."
"Cocky?”
Mr. Bianchi laughs. “No,bellissima, confident.”
“What makes you so sure of that?"
He shrugs but there’s a layer of determination in his delivery that tells me this is merely foreplay for us. "If you weren't interested, I wouldn’t be here.”
"You're a clever man."
"And you, a bewitching woman, Miss Donato." He tips his glass in my direction before taking another drink.
He finishes his liquor, and for a moment his lips glisten with the amber liquid. A sudden urge to run my tongue across his mouth so I can taste the liquor on his lips overtakes me.
As if he can read my thoughts, Mr. Bianchi closes the space between us. His closeness hardens my nipples and steals my breath. What little common sense I still have left vanishes.
"Let’s finish this conversation in my suite.”
"You certainly don't waste any time."
"It would be pointless to do so." His eyes burn with passion and I’m wondering if I’ve lost my damn mind. “Perhaps you’ll allow me to understand thisthingbetween us.”
Thing is right. I’m alone in a big city, and I’m entertaining the thought of spending the night with a stranger. I’m not getting stranger danger vibes, or creep vibes. Instead, I want to know if he can deliver on the promises lingering in his eyes.
"I assure you, Mr. Bianchi, I’m just like any other woman."
“And on that,bellissima, we’ll have to disagree. You’renothinglike other women.”
Saying yes means I’m agreeing to share my body with him, because I know he can only be planning one thing if he is inviting me into his room. And I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
Mr. Bianchi rests his hands on the bar. Slowly he advances toward me, as if giving me time to retreat. But I don't. Instead, I feel his warm breath on my face for just a moment before the smile becomes more insinuating on his lips.
"One night, Miss Donato." His closeness makes me shiver with anticipation.
Mr. Bianchi moves a little closer to my mouth. This time, the warm brush of his breath slides against my lips as they open to taste him, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Our lips move in perfect harmony, as if we've been waiting for this moment all our lives. His kiss is potent, and I can't help but respond with fervor. The heat between us is palpable, and my body surrenders, lost in the sensation of his touch.
I circle my arms around his neck, and his hands roam my body, tracing the curves and dips of my figure. He cups my ass, pulling me forward on the barstool, closer to him. I feel the bulge of his arousal against my thighs, and I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss, his lips roaming down my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.
I want him.
"Just an hour," I whisper, questioning the fact that I let a stranger kiss me senseless in a bar. Then he looks into my eyes with a winner's smile.
"Thank you,bellissima."
Without a word, he stands to his full height, intertwining our fingers. He leads me out of the bar, and for the second time, the room stops. The sea of people parts as if they know just how powerful he is.
I draw back my shoulders and walk with the confidence of a woman that should be beside him. As if this night was carved in our destinies. He stops in front of a private elevator, and for the first time, I feel like his prey.
But am I the prey if I want to be caught? Want to taste him? Want to end tonight in his bed?
No. And a part of me knows that an hour with this man would equal an eternity in heaven.And I want it all…
