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Enrico Ferrara.
He’s wearing a dark suit, and he looks different. More… cultured or something. Older.
But what the hell is he doing in Milan?
I frown as a distressing thought springs to mind. Oh no. Seraphina!
He is Seraphina’s fiancé. Of course, he is. She’s frigging beautiful.
Oh God, this is my worst nightmare.
I pick up my glass and drain it. I glance up to see Franco frown as if he is waiting for me to say something. Wait, did he ask me a question? My eyes widen. “I beg your pardon?”
“I really like you,” he whispers.
What? I’ve said three words. How can you really like me? I fake a smile. “Great.”
Her grabs my hand across the table. “Let’s cut to the chase.”
I stare at him. Okay.”
“I like you, you like me…”
I take another big gulp of my drink. I wasn’t joking before; I really am parched. It’s bordering on deep dehydration now.
“Let’s have dinner and go home. I know the perfect way to get to know each other.”
I choke on my drink. “What?” I splutter, coughing.
“I mean, we can just fool around if you like.”
“Fool around?” I frown as I glance back up to Enrico. Oh man, this night is going down in the history books as the worst date ever. I open the menu and gaze at the selections. “Let’s just eat, Franco. I’m not that type of girl. I’m offended that you think I am.”
“Oh.” His face falls. “I didn’t mean to offend.”
“Well, you did. I’m not going home with you, so get it out of your head right now.”
I try to control my racing heart, and I can feel perspiration heat my underarms.
Just act calm, for fuck’s sake. You can get the hell out of here as soon as you eat.
“Hmm, what looks good?” I hope I get food poisoning and get taken away in an ambulance. Anything is better than this.
My eyes float back up to Rico. His legs are wide, his back is straight, and everything about him screams dominant male. He’s deep in conversation, smoking a cigar as he drinks out of a small crystal tumbler. I’ve never seen anyone smoke sexily before… but of course, he is. The way his lips wrap around the cigar, his cheeks hollow as he sucks. His eyes are dark, and fuck me, he’s so hot.
I imagine him leaning back against the headboard naked after having sex, smoking a cigar. His cock still hard and throbbing… weeping. He could make anything look sexy.
My blood begins to boil as I remember the last words he spoke to me.
You’re more trouble than you’re worth.
An attractive waitress says something in his ear as she leans over him. He gives her a sexy smile and winks.
Huh, what did she just say? Did she ask for his number or something?
She walks off and he says something to the men. They all laugh again.
“I just really like you,” Franco says. “Don’t be angry with me.”
