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She smiles, and it makes my dick twitch. It’s like she’s trying to hide it, not laugh at what I said. It makes a dimple appear in her left cheek. I have the strongest urge to kiss it and flick my tongue against it.
“Sometimes. I negotiate contracts, handle charitable solicitation regulation, and even employment disputes. I steer clear of tax law. I don’t know enough, and I’m fine with that.”
“Boring?”
“Complicated.”
I grin.
“I’m an accountant. I know.”
She blinks a few times just like she did earlier. Her gaze runs from the top of my hair, down my chest and over my muscular arms, to my crotch — which makes me wish yet again that my jeans weren’t so fucking tight — down to my shoes. Then it comes back up again, pausing on my abs and pecs. My shirt is snug, but not so snug that you can see my six-pack. It makes me wonder if she’s imagining it just the way I’m imagining her tits.
“Ms. Russo, the movie is starting. We should go back in.”
Michelle twists, almost surprised to see Mikhail. Could she have actually forgotten he was there? She shoots me a sheepish smile.
“It was nice talking to you, Lorenzo.”
“Enzo. And same.”
“Chelle.”
I watch her lead Mikhail back to their side of the theater before I hurry back to my seat. Maria leans away from Matteo and whispers to me.
“What took so long? I thought you fell in. Then I see Laura’s friend coming in the same time as you. What did you do?”
“I talked to her.”
“Talked?”
“Yes, talked.”
“Mmm.”
I glance down at my sister, and her expressions tempts me to pinch her just like I did when we were kids. I’m closest in age to her, and she was the bane of my existence for years. My next older brother, Marco, is best friends with Matteo. My oldest brother, Luca, was best friends with Matteo’s brother, Emilio, but there’s gnarly history there. If Carmine was the black sheep of the family, Emilio was the wolf that got exiled.
I never liked him, and after giving Luca the scar that runs from his cheek to below his collar, I don’t care if I never see him again. But since Luca and Marco both had best friends, I often played with Maria and Carmine, who are the same age. I wanted to play with older kids not the babies of the family. But Maria was persistent, and Carmine egged her on.
My brow furrows as I scowl at my sister.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Shh. The movie’s starting.”
I sit back and try to pay attention, but my gaze keeps darting to Michelle, and I’m certain I see her looking at me a few times. But in the dark, it’s likely entirely my imagination. Wishful thinking is more like it. I end up enjoying the movie, and I’m glad I came with Matteo and Maria, even if I was technically my sister’s bodyguard. When we step out of the theater, I notice Michelle and the others coming out of the other door. Michelle’s walking a step behind Laura and Christina, shoving a pen into her purse. She maneuvers to let a man pass her, and it puts her next to me as I walk past. I glance down as I feel something shoved into my hand.
I wrap my fingers around a napkin and glance down at her. She doesn’t look up, instead laughing at Christina’s joke that I didn’t hear. I shove the napkin in my pocket until I get outside. I’m walking behind Maria with Matteo to her right. He has his arm around her shoulders, and she’s whispering to him. I pull it out and glance down.
Michelle 212-555-6969
Dear God, the things her phone number makes me think.
Wish we’d had more time to talk about taxes. If you feel like crunching numbers some time, call me.
What the fuck am I supposed to make of that? Is she seriously suggesting we fuck? Does she get how that comes across? When I look up, I see her standing beside the driver’s side of a car. The look on her face tells me she knows exactly how I interpreted her note.
I stop beside Matteo as Maria gets into his car.
