knew my stuff, my training was extensive. This guy had to have loads of cash.
“Would you like to join me at my table?” He had a line that wasn’t original enough for a girl like me even if I was interested.
“No, thank you,” I said, and looked away, dismissing him. Door number five casually made his way to me through the crowd.
“First time I’ve seen you here,” the blond said. Not original but he had the look of a man’s man, so I let it pass. He had the body of a runner, slim and athletic, and wore a button-up blue shirt and Levis.
“First time I’ve been here.” The smile that touched my lips was sultry and seductive. I reached out my free hand and touched the top button of his shirt.
And my, my, my. A bulge started to expand his jeans. Hmmm. Not bad. I adjusted my legs so that the studs on the leather ankle cuff caught sparks of light.
He glanced at it and I fisted my hand in his shirt and drew , him close. “Do you know what that signifies?” I said before I released him. I glanced at his jeans. That man had one nice package.
When my eyes met his he shrugged. “A leather ankle cuff.”
Too bad. “If you don’t know what it means, then I guess you’ll never find out.”
I sipped my lemon drop before I added, “From me.”
He shook his head and smiled before turning away. A low, rich voice came from behind me, a voice I didn’t recognize. “I know.”
I almost spit out the drink I’d just taken.
He placed his warm hands on my shoulders and wouldn’t let me swivel in my seat to face him. Then his mouth was next to my ear and he said in a smooth-as-melted-chocolate voice, “I know exactly why you wear that cuff.” I swallowed, my chin high, and wished I could face him.
“So tell me.”
“You enjoy indulging in certain, shall we say . . . proclivities? The cuff means you’re currently unattached.” He massaged my shoulders and I shivered. “If you were wearing a collar I’d know you had a Dom.”
He slowly turned me to face him.
Lucca Tarantino.
The owner of the Crystal Twilight and target number one.
Dark, handsome, and sexy as an Italian god.
He faced the bartender and I maintained my sensual expression. “I’ll have a martini straight up, and the lady’s drink is on the house.”
When he faced me again, I put all the desire I could into my smile that showed I was interested, very interested. “And who is the gentleman buying my martini?” I said as I leaned against the bar and let my breasts jut out. By the look in his incredible green eyes, it was clear he liked what he saw.
“Lucca Tarantino. I own the Twilight.” He took my hand and ran his finger over my palm in a slow stroke. He smiled. “What is your name, cara?” “Alexi Adams.”
“Alexi...” My name rolling out in that oh-so-hot Italian accent caused warmth to flush beneath my skin. “I understand you have a special invitation for tonight.”
“Yes,” I said, making my voice husky with desire. Lucca Tarantino was sensual and gorgeous so it wasn’t that much of a hardship to pretend. If he were a different man, I might even seriously be interested.
Tarantino didn’t release my hand as he ran his gaze down my body, skimming slowly over my nearly bared breasts, on to my midriff with the diamond piercing, and the minuscule leather skirt. He paused for a moment as he looked at the studded cuff on my right ankle, above my three-inch spiked heels.
He stroked my palm a little more, still not releasing my hand. ‘Tell me, Alexi, why exactly do you think you might find a Dom here?”
I opened my handbag and slipped out the invitation. I leaned closer to let him feel my body heat without allowing myself to actually touch him. Or fall off my seat. “A friend told me that I might find what I’m looking for in the Crystal Twilight” Tarantino slipped the invitation from my fingers. He was a good six inches taller than me so he had to lower his head to move his mouth to my ear. “Bondage?
“Would you like to join me at my table?” He had a line that wasn’t original enough for a girl like me even if I was interested.
“No, thank you,” I said, and looked away, dismissing him. Door number five casually made his way to me through the crowd.
“First time I’ve seen you here,” the blond said. Not original but he had the look of a man’s man, so I let it pass. He had the body of a runner, slim and athletic, and wore a button-up blue shirt and Levis.
“First time I’ve been here.” The smile that touched my lips was sultry and seductive. I reached out my free hand and touched the top button of his shirt.
And my, my, my. A bulge started to expand his jeans. Hmmm. Not bad. I adjusted my legs so that the studs on the leather ankle cuff caught sparks of light.
He glanced at it and I fisted my hand in his shirt and drew , him close. “Do you know what that signifies?” I said before I released him. I glanced at his jeans. That man had one nice package.
When my eyes met his he shrugged. “A leather ankle cuff.”
Too bad. “If you don’t know what it means, then I guess you’ll never find out.”
I sipped my lemon drop before I added, “From me.”
He shook his head and smiled before turning away. A low, rich voice came from behind me, a voice I didn’t recognize. “I know.”
I almost spit out the drink I’d just taken.
He placed his warm hands on my shoulders and wouldn’t let me swivel in my seat to face him. Then his mouth was next to my ear and he said in a smooth-as-melted-chocolate voice, “I know exactly why you wear that cuff.” I swallowed, my chin high, and wished I could face him.
“So tell me.”
“You enjoy indulging in certain, shall we say . . . proclivities? The cuff means you’re currently unattached.” He massaged my shoulders and I shivered. “If you were wearing a collar I’d know you had a Dom.”
He slowly turned me to face him.
Lucca Tarantino.
The owner of the Crystal Twilight and target number one.
Dark, handsome, and sexy as an Italian god.
He faced the bartender and I maintained my sensual expression. “I’ll have a martini straight up, and the lady’s drink is on the house.”
When he faced me again, I put all the desire I could into my smile that showed I was interested, very interested. “And who is the gentleman buying my martini?” I said as I leaned against the bar and let my breasts jut out. By the look in his incredible green eyes, it was clear he liked what he saw.
“Lucca Tarantino. I own the Twilight.” He took my hand and ran his finger over my palm in a slow stroke. He smiled. “What is your name, cara?” “Alexi Adams.”
“Alexi...” My name rolling out in that oh-so-hot Italian accent caused warmth to flush beneath my skin. “I understand you have a special invitation for tonight.”
“Yes,” I said, making my voice husky with desire. Lucca Tarantino was sensual and gorgeous so it wasn’t that much of a hardship to pretend. If he were a different man, I might even seriously be interested.
Tarantino didn’t release my hand as he ran his gaze down my body, skimming slowly over my nearly bared breasts, on to my midriff with the diamond piercing, and the minuscule leather skirt. He paused for a moment as he looked at the studded cuff on my right ankle, above my three-inch spiked heels.
He stroked my palm a little more, still not releasing my hand. ‘Tell me, Alexi, why exactly do you think you might find a Dom here?”
I opened my handbag and slipped out the invitation. I leaned closer to let him feel my body heat without allowing myself to actually touch him. Or fall off my seat. “A friend told me that I might find what I’m looking for in the Crystal Twilight” Tarantino slipped the invitation from my fingers. He was a good six inches taller than me so he had to lower his head to move his mouth to my ear. “Bondage?
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