I look up and smile when I see Bash standing there in his thousand-dollar suit. He explained to me that they dress nice because they aren’t gangsters, contrary to popular belief. They are men who might do some questionable things, but that looking good and taking care of their family was equally as important. He also said it helped make them look more like business men, which was essentially what they were.
I didn’t care what the reason was. Bash wearing a suit was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had that meeting.”
“I did.” I see the frustration in his eyes.
“Didn’t go as planned?”
“Nope.”
I get up and round the desk.
“Shut the door.”
“Oh yeah? Why?” His anger melts into heat.
“I want to show you how much I appreciate you.”
He closes the door and walks closer. I see his pants are already tented.
“Look who is ready to come out and play.”
He cups my cheek and kisses me softly.
“I am always ready when it comes to you. I sport a hard-on every time you walk into a room. Hell, sometimes I just think about you and I’m instantly hard. You don’t know how gorgeous you are.”
“The more you say it, the more I will believe it.”
I nip his bottom lip. He stares at me right in my eyes.
“You are gorgeous, Tesoro. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Who said that you can’t have your happily ever after?
Mia
I watched Bash go back there ten minutes ago. There is no guessing at what they are doing. I swear those two are like dogs in heat. They can just glance at each other from across the room and BAM! Next thing you know they are nowhere to be found.
Don’t get me started on how loud they can be. The last time they were in public, they ran off to fuck in the bathroom. The whole store heard them. Thankfully Bash is rich or they would have probably gotten arrested.
I shake my head as I head towards the hostess stand.
“Hey Iz. Table 9 is clean.”
“Thanks, Mia. I sat you in the party room. Table 22.” She has a wicked gleam in her eye and I am instantly on guard.
“Who is it?”
“A surprise. Enjoy.”
I walk back into the party room and find him easily. Lorenzo Castello. Fucker.
“What do you want, Lo?”
“To talk.”
