“It’s better to have him around since we’re leaving Brooklyn. Buckle up.”
He leans over me and pulls my seat belt down and clicks it into place. The way he leans over my body sets my already humming body on fire.
“Lo,” I breathe out, and he looks up at me.
I know the minute he notices the heat in my eyes because his eyes instantly fill with fire as well.
He clears his throat as he backs away.
“We should go before they close.”
I try not to let the disappointment fill me. He showed up. He’s here, and he’s taking me somewhere I want to go. That should mean something, right?
∞∞∞
Lorenzo
I didn’t miss the heat in her eyes when I buckled her in. I just couldn’t act on it. If I had, then we would have never gotten to dinner. Mia needs to eat.
“Can we stop by my house first so I can change?”
I look at her outfit and notice that she’s still in her work uniform.
“Of course.”
I wait in the foyer of her house while she changes. When she comes back out, my throat goes dry. She’s wearing a black mini skirt with a tied-up white button-down shirt. The outfit shows off her stomach and legs, leading down into a pair of fuck-me red pumps. I hurry to adjust my pants, and can’t help but wonder if she’s trying to kill me.
“How do I look?”
I see the insecurity in her eyes. This woman doesn’t know she’s gorgeous. It’s also a reminder of her innocence. I shouldn’t even be out with her, but I’m finding it harder and harder to say no to her. Ever since last night, my mind has taken a back seat to my body. That and she’s quickly weaseled her way into my heart. I can’t think about it now though.
“Fucking gorgeous,mio piccolo angelo. Straight heavenly.”
Her cheeks turn red as she giggles at my response. I’ve never been one to enjoy when a woman giggles. It sounds so juvenile and grates on my nerves. When Mia does it though? It’s like the sound of a heavenly angel begging me to let her save my soul. Fuck if it doesn’t turn me on each and every time I hear it.
“Thank you, Lo. Let’s go, I’m starving.” Her gaze travels over every part of my body, and I realize she has more than food on her mind. She’s hungry for me. Fuck, this woman is going to test my patience and willpower.
I don’t say another word as I escort her out to the car. Once we’re on our way, I turn the radio on and instruct her to listen to whatever she wants. I would try and talk to her, but my balls are so blue that I think they might fall off about now.
Once she settles on a station, she begins singing whatever pop song playing on the radio. At first, she’s singing low, and I can barely make it out. As the song reaches its climax, she belts it out without reserve. Her hands move around as if she’s really singing to someone. Then she turns and points to me.
She reaches over and touches my arm and leg as she sings this song. I feel as if she’s singing it to me. The lyrics are appropriate. Every time we touch, I do feel like we can fly. I feel like nothing else in this world matters. It isn’t until I’m falling that I realize people can’t fly, and I only bring others down.
As another song comes on, I smile at her antics. It seems she has hand movements to every song she knows. I also notice her beautiful voice. Even when it’s obvious she’s trying to irritate me, she still sounds heavenly. She belts out yet another song, and the long ride seems to pass in an instant.
“All right, Britney, we’re here.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I do not sound like Britney Spears. Besides, I’m not crazy.”
“That has yet to be seen, my dear. Let’s hurry up and eat.”
She mumbles something under her breath, but I don’t mind. The smile on her face would take away any sting from her words. I go to her side and open the door before escorting her into the restaurant. It’s busy as it’s a Saturday night, but the owner is a friend, so I know we have a table waiting.
“Hello, Lorenzo. How’re you doing this evening?” The hostess, Estefani, comes out from around the podium to touch my arm.
She’s been wanting on me for years now, and I’ve never given her the time of day, but it doesn’t stop her from trying. If she wasn’t the owner’s daughter, I might have taken a ride. She’s beautiful, and her Spanish accent does sound quite attractive, but she doesn’t even stir my dick anymore.
I step back and wrap my arm around Mia. I feel her lean into my embrace as she slides her arm around my waist.
