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“Am I interrupting something?”
“No. I’m watching one of the ballerinas.”
My eyebrow raises, and the corner of my mouth lifts. “Watching or stalking?”
“Both.”
Letting out a chuckle, I can’t resist taunting him. “You gonna be her mystery man?”
It’s what Samantha called Franco when their relationship started.
“Nope, that’s Franco’s title.” He’s quiet for a moment, then says, “She knows I’m watching, and I think she loves it.”
“Hmm…sounds like you have the hots for her.”
“Watching her dance calms me,” he admits.
“You can do with some calmness in your life.” Vincenzo parks the car in the basement, and it has me saying, “I’ll talk to you later. Enjoy the show.”
“I will,” he chuckles.
Ending the call, I tuck the device back into my pocket before I climb out of the Bentley.
I give Fabrizio a chin lift as I press the button to call the elevator, and stepping inside, I press the keycard to the pad.
I need to have one made for Skylar.
When the doors slide open, and I walk into the penthouse, the aroma of Skylar’s cooking fills the air.
“Something smells good,” I say as I enter the kitchen.
“I’m trying something new. It’s Asian with a little special touch.”
Taking the chance, I ask, “Why don’t you open your own restaurant?”
“I wouldn’t know where to start. I’m not a businesswoman. I just want to be a chef and not worry about the ins and outs of running a restaurant.”
“I’ll employ people to run it for you,” I offer.
Her eyes dart to me. “You already have a lot on your plate.”
I shrug as I lean against the island and cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t mind,amo. I think it’s a great idea. You’ll call the shots and won’t have to report to anyone. It will give you the freedom to create the menu.”
She switches off the stove and focuses all her attention on me. “That sounds like a dream.”
“Let’s do it.” I push away from the island, and wrapping my arms around her, I press a kiss to her mouth. “Let’s open another restaurant.”
“I get to pick the name,” she chuckles as she flattens her hands against my chest.
“Okay.”
“I want an Asian restaurant.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Okay.”
“Can I choose how to decorate it?” she asks, giving me a seductive look that has my cock hardening at the speed of light.
“Yes,” I agree. “Whatever you want,amo.”
