Page 21 of The Closer


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There's a playful sigh on the other end. "You're always so full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Get ready for a night you won’t forget."

As we hang up, I chuckle to myself. She has no idea what she's in for.

I speed dial Katarina, my assistant in Moscow, needing to set the wheels in motion. "Book the jet. We're going to Rome."

The slight hesitation in her voice is predictable. "Tonight, sir? That's... ambitious."

"That's how I operate," I reply with confidence. "Can it be done?"

After a brief pause, she confirms, "Of course, sir. Everything will be ready."

“Perfect.”

I already have in mind a quaint, romantic restaurant I'd stumbled upon during one of my trips to the Italian capital—a hidden gem overlooking the Colosseum. The ambiance, the food, the history—all of it would provide the perfect backdrop for the evening I’m envisioning.

Ensuring my look is perfect, I pick out the deep navy suit with a subtle pattern. It’s classy, understated, but speaks volumes about the man wearing it. A glance at my watch tells me it’s almost time. Everything is in place.

The hours that follow are a whirlwind of activity. The jet is prepared, reservations made, and every minute detail is checked and rechecked. I don't usually get nervous, but this isn't just any date. With Valentina, the stakes feel higher, more personal.

As my car pulls up outside Valentina's place a little after noon, my heart kicks up a notch. Not from nerves, but anticipation. I'm eager to see her again, to spend more uninterrupted time with her. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greets me when she opens her front door.

The subtle golden hue of the sun illuminates her, casting her in an almost ethereal glow. She's wearing a dress the color of midnight, hugging her curves in all the right places and leaving just enough to the imagination. It stops mid-thigh, showing off legs that seem to go on forever, accentuated by a pair of sky-high heels.

Her hair cascades down her back in glossy waves, and her eyes shimmer with a mix of excitement and mischief. There's a playfulness to her tonight, evident in the way her dress sways slightly as she moves, how her lips curve into that tantalizing smile I’ve come to crave.

God, she’s a vision.

A very tangible heat begins to spread within me, a primal response to the sight of her. The kind of heat that reminds a man of basic, raw instincts. For a split second, I feel like a wild animal, caged and restless, yearning to claim what's in front of him. I've seen many beautiful women in my life, been with many, but none have evoked such a visceral reaction.

I step out of the car, unable to tear my eyes away. "You look breathtaking," I manage to get out, though the words feel grossly inadequate for the surge of desire flooding through me.

She smirks, that dangerous sparkle still in her eyes. "You clean up pretty nice yourself.”

I start the car, maneuvering smoothly through the streets. I notice her trying to figure out our destination, looking left and right, clearly unfamiliar with this part of the city.

"So," she says, breaking the silence, "where are we off to?"

I can't resist a tease. "Somewhere with Italian food."

She rolls her eyes, playfully sarcastic. "Very helpful."

Chuckling, I ask, "Would you prefer a hint?"

She nods, anticipation evident in her eyes. "Definitely."

Leaning closer, I let her catch the scent of my cologne. "Think romance. Think... timeless."

She smirks, clearly entertained. "That could be anywhere."

"That's the point," I reply with a grin.

She laughs, the sound warm and genuine. "You're really going to make me work for it, aren't you?"

I wink at her, unable to help myself. "Every good thing is worth waiting for, Valentina."

Watching her as we drive, I can tell she's excited. And, truth be told, so am I. Tonight promises to be unforgettable.

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