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The daggers that shot from my eyes towards them were sharp and cutting, and I didn’t even bother to disguise them.
“I think a Chateau Lafite is a good choice, if my wife agrees,” Liam said as soon as he noticed my frown. His devilish grin spread across his face while I raised an eyebrow at the sound of those words. The waitress’s eyes widened, and she scrambled away with her flirty tail tucked between her legs, only returning to fill our glasses and bring our food.
I’d never seen myself as one of those jealous girlfriends who couldn’t stand seeing any woman merely talking to her man, but it just seemed that everywhere I went with Liam, there was always some tramp dying for him to get in their pants.
“I hope you find the restaurant suitable for our first date, Miss Harden”
“It’s quite alright.” I wave it off, my annoyance clear in my petulance. “The staff needs better manners, though.”
“Jealousy suits you, Love. But there’s no need for it. I’m yours, Baby. There’s no woman on this earth that can so much as hold a candle to my girlfriend.” My heart skipped a beat, easing my frustration, even if just a little.
My heart swelled with pride at that definition. Girlfriend. There was just a different ring to it when Liam said it out loud. Possession and claim draped over the word, but there was pride in his tone, too, and that was something I don’t recall anyone ever feeling towards me.
We ate and chatted without a care in the world, the comfort between us ran as deep as if we’d been doing this together our whole lives. I could be myself with Liam and the same applied to him. This lighter side of him wasn’t something he showed often or to just about anyone, so seeing it came with a sense that I was privileged to witness this shade of him.
“Tell me something about yourself that I don’t already know,” I asked, watching as Liam’s eyebrow raised in question. “It’s a date, we are supposed to get to know each other.”
“You already know pretty much everything there is to know about me, even the parts you shouldn’t. But I can see there’s something specific hiding behind that question.”
“Well, I’m just intrigued. You said you’re Italian, yet your last name is French. I know your father is French. There’s no faking an accent like his. That leaves your family on your mother’s side.”
“Correct. Is there a question in there somewhere?”
I laughed, noticing that all the above were facts. I was trying to find my own questions, but I wasn’t sure where exactly to start.
“What Mafia are we talking? Italian? Is there such thing as a French Mafia? I guess you couldn’t use Dornier as your Mafia name so as not to tarnish AD’s business, or is AD a façade? Who’s the leader?” I whispered in a frenzy, forgetting to stop so Liam could answer. He laughed at my onslaught, taking a sip of his wine before replying.
“It’s Italian Mafia. No, AD is not a façade. My father hates everything about the business with a passion. We use my Grandfather’s name, and he’s the Don, or what you referred to as leader, while Matt is his second in command, or sottocapo. Did I get them all?” His tone was playful as he stretched a finger each time he replied to a question, counting them out.
“Almost, but no. What’s the name you go by then?”
“Battaglia.” He took a sip of his wine as if he was washing his mouth after that revelation. I mimicked his movements but licked my lips after the rich liquid made its way down my throat.
“Battaglia.” I repeated, trying to replicate the Italian accent he’d used, the word coating my tongue like velvet lust. “It’s sexy. Suits you like a second skin.”
Liam’s jaw clenched, his features darkening, even if just a shade, before he quickly changed the subject back to me. “What about you? Tell me something about you that I don’t know.”
Bingo. Right where I want you.
I was expecting him to throw my question back at me. I took his hand and placed my closed fist in it, releasing the thong I’d wiggled out of during our conversation and closing his hand around it.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered, my eyes bored into his. I didn’t want to lose a second of his reaction. His eyes darkened first, while his tongue swiped across his bottom lip second, before a wicked grin spread his lips.
“Play nice, Miss Harden.” He warned in an exhilarating sing-song that was drenched in danger. Liam took his clenched fist to his nose, inhaling deeply while his eyes closed in delight. “Smells like dessert.”
That hoarse voice of his had stepped down into a low tone that messed with everything inside me. The lingering promise behind his words making me tingle in all the right places.
“Should we take it to go?” I urged.
“For fucking sure,” Liam replied, motioning for the check. It was clear that with that single little push, he was ready to go just about as much as I was.
“Meet you up front, Mr. Battaglia.” I made sure to emphasize his name as I stood up and straightened my dress, my hands slowly traveling down my body. “I’m going to freshen up before we go.”
I could feel Liam’s eyes on me as I walked away towards the restroom, adding an extra sway to my ass for his viewing pleasure. Wetness was already pooling between my legs as the expectation of what was to come made my clit tingle in anticipation.
Liam had made sure to give me space after everything that happened at my father’s. At Frank’s, I mean. So I thought that an incentive wouldn’t hurt to show him that I was okay.
The bathroom was empty and just as luxurious as the rest of the place. The large mirror behind the vanities made it look even bigger than what it already was. I splashed some water on my cheeks, my hand damping some coolness on my neck.
