When the effects of my orgasm have dissipated, I sigh and sit up in his hold so I can look at him. I can’t help but smile.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, brushing a loose tendril from my face. “You should eat—replenish your energy.”
“I could eat,” I say, pushing against his chest to scoot myself back until I’m able to put my feet on the floor. Grabbing his hand, I tug him to a stand, my eyes dropping to notice the place on his jeans where it’s wet from my cum.
His eyes follow mine, and he grins. “You’re beautiful when you come, but I can promise you next time, there will be much more of a mess.”
My cheeks burn, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling. “When will that be?” I ask casually, feigning innocence and hoping it’ll be sooner than later.
“I may be crazy about you, piccola ladra, but I still strive to be a gentleman, at least for one evening. Consider this the last night I will restrain myself around you.”
Sly pulls out my chair at my dining table, and I take a seat, smiling up at him as I watch him walk around and take the one opposite of me.
“That sounds like a threatanda promise,” I muse, pulling my napkin into my lap.
His eyes sparkle with something akin to mischief, my stomach flip-flopping with excitement as he says, “Oh, Vincenza. You have no idea.”
Chapter 22
Vinnie
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Raina squeals as she climbs into the back of my town car, pushing her sunglasses onto her head after she slams the door.
Tossing my arms around her, I hug her tight, resting my chin on top of her shoulder. “I’ve missed you too! You’re never allowed to leave me for three weeks again, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t let you bail on me again. Paris isn’t the same without you.”
She clicks her seatbelt into place as my driver pulls back into traffic. This weekend, we both have a charity gala to attend with an “all that glitters” theme. As soon as I read that on the invitation, my mind conjured up a vision of me in a floor length crystal gown with my hair curled and cascading down my back.
Hopefully 5th Avenue won't disappoint.
“How was it?” I ask. “Tell me everything you weren’t able to squeeze into our phone calls.”
“It was…interesting, to say the least.”
“Oh no. What happened?” I ask, noticing the way she tries to hide that something’s bothering her. But I know my best friend. There’s something on her mind.
“Honestly, Vins. I’d rather not talk about it right now. What I need is some time with my best friend and retail therapy.”
It worries me that she’s not wanting to talk to me—she always does. Typically, she can’t stop the words from flowing out of her, telling me every single detail, including the ones I don’t particularly want to hear.
So having her do the opposite is concerning.
Deciding not to press her for information right now, I change the subject. “What's your vision for the gala?”
“Something drastic and fierce. And sparkly, obviously.”
“So a bold color then?”
“Fire-engine red, preferably.”
“I can see you in red,” I say, smiling into my flute of champagne I just poured. As I take a sip, I pass Raina her glass.
“What’s going on with you?” she questions, wrapping her fingers around the stem. “You seem…different.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks and I look away, knowing I can’t lie to my best friend.
Sly and I agreed to keep us a secret, but it’sRaina. She’s been my best friend since we were kids.
