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He rubs his beard. “Definitely sounds like it’ll go faster than poker. Let’s do it.”
I look around. “In here? Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom, so Donna or Cheffy don’t see us?”
“They’ve both retired for the night, but we can go to the bedroom. It’ll save us a few steps later on when we can’t keep our hands off each other.”
I snort but stand. I mean, he’s not wrong…
“Let’s do this.”
In the bedroom, we sit on the bed, facing each other. Alessandro shuffles the deck twice and I exhale.
“Wow.”
“What?”
I say, “I didn’t know I had a deck shuffling fetish.”
He grins. “Just wait,Dolcezza.”
He shuffles the deck one more time before dealing the cards. He’s not doing anything special, but seeing his large hands handle the cards with ease really does do something for me. I reach out, touching his left ring finger where his tattoo is.
“I don’t think I’ve ever noticed this before. What does it mean?”
The black ink covers his finger from his knuckle to the first joint. It’s a skull wearing a crown with a dagger shoved through the skull. Two snakes are entwined through the dagger and skull. The tattoo somehow fits him.
He looks at it and says, “Well,Dolcezza, I guess you’ll have to hope I don’t have a card and tell you as one of my truths.”
“Deal.”
Lifting my hand of cards, I move them so they’re in numerical order. Right away I see that I have two eights. Perfect.
“Who goes first?”
I say, “Usually it’s the youngest person. How old are you?”
“Older than you, that’s for sure.”
“Come on. Count it as a freebie, especially since I’m pretty sure you know I just turned twenty-eight.”
On our wedding day, in fact.
“Forty-two.”
I do the math. “Fourteen years difference isn’t so bad.”
“It is when the woman you want to fuck is seventeen.”
I laugh. “Well, we’ve moved past that and we’re both legal and consenting. And I’d like to point out that I was almost eighteen when we met. Like, seven days from it.”
“Says every pervert in front of the judge.” He shakes his head. “I did the right thing by leaving.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
He looks at me over his cards. “Let’s play,Dolcezza.”
“Fine. Do you have a six?”
“Go-fish.”
