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He's already kissing me, so what does he—
Roberto's hand slips down the front of my pants, and I arch when his fingers curl through the wetness between my legs. He swears again and kisses my neck, stroking none too gently against my throbbing center and sending more heat into my lower stomach.
God, I want to let him continue.
But I'm here to help earn the mafia a new reputation, not get lost in how incredible it feels to be kissed ravenously by my sworn enemy. I'm supposed to be throwing him off, not myself. If I don’t put a stop to this, next thing you know, I'll be slipping down my pants in this little private hallway, and he'll be taking me hard against the wall as we both try to stifle the sounds of our pleasure—
Gah! I need to stop. Ishould not thinkabout how easy it would be to hook up back here and invite him home. I can't ever take him home, and I shouldn't have let even this moment last this long.
Be immovable.It's another negotiation tip I've never struggled with…until now.
Yet I'm a Russo. I'm not allowed to make mistakes.
Holding onto that thought for all it's worth, I finally push Roberto away and sidestep him to put some distance between us. I ignore the burning chemistry still thick in the air and casually toss my hair over one shoulder, watching his chest rise and fall with labored breathing, a furrow on his brow, and hunger in his gaze as he moves toward me again.
"Stop there, Giovanni," I say coolly, lifting a hand.
I'm proud that I keep my voice from wavering. Honestly, I should win an Oscar for how much composure I manage despite the arousal wreaking havoc.
The vague confusion on his gorgeous face conveys that he doesn't get why I stopped us. In fact, he looks like he's still very sure how this will end when he smirks and lifts his fingers to his mouth, tasting them—
Tastingme.
Holy shit. That should not be as hot as it is. I try my damndest to ignore the heat rising into my cheeks. Hopefully, he doesn't notice.
"We can play with power dynamics later, cutie. Get back over here."
"Mmm…no, I don’t think I will." I straighten my clothes before leveling him with an ice-cold look. I can see it takes him aback. "And as I said before, never tell me what to do. I will leave you all hot and flustered here in this hall, but I expect your contacts list in my inbox before nine. Don’t bother trying to pay for my half of dinner. I gave them my payment information beforehand, but now…." I look over him meaningfully. "I've decided I'm not hungry after all."
I move to walk past him, but Roberto swears and grasps me by the wrist, running his other hand through his hair. It musses it adorably, but I just arch an unimpressed brow at him. His hungry look has dissolved into pure frustration.
Good. Now he knows how I feel about this entire situation.
He scowls. "Like hell, you're just walking out of here. We were—"
"We were nothing. You told me to prove that I can be professional no matter what, so I did. There you have it. Oh—and don’t call me cutie again, Dickhead. Have a good night."
Then I rip my arm from his grasp and sashay away, grateful for the refreshing air of the night on my heated skin, when I finally slip out of the restaurant.
Chapter 8
Roberto
Idon’tthinkIwill. Have a good night.
I'm too baffled to follow as Giulia walks sensually away, her hips' sway mesmerizing and her sweet taste still making my mouth water. I hear the door chime from this back hallway as she leaves me achingly hard and desperate.
What the hell just happened?
We were nothing. Thereyou have it. I will leave you all hot and flustered here in this hall.
Fuck. Giulia Russ is unbelievable—in the worst and the best ways possible.
I'm pissed because now I know just how hard she's going to deny the undeniable pull between us. She's way more stubborn than I thought possible. I pushed her, and she just pushed me back.
That thought makes me palm my steel-hard erection with a groan.
I was right. Giulia is averycruel woman, giving me a taste of exactly what I now want before taking herself away without looking over her cold shoulder. I'm sure she was trying to deter me from flirting with her for the rest of this arrangement.
