Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Oh, wow.”
“His name is Lorenzo.” She pointed up to the mirrors at the top of the wall. They went along the length of the club. “He watches everything dat goes on from up there.”
“Does that mean you have to be good?”
She smirked. “Just da opposite. His kink is pissed-off sex. So I get to come drink all night for free and dance with as many men as my heart desires, and den he takes me home and we have passionate sex. He’s a great lover, so it’s a win-win for me.”
I laughed. “You are soo different from your brother.”
She pulled the bottle out of the ice. “Shot of tequila?”
Oh boy. The last time I drank too much, I wound up in the men’s room insulting my boss’s manhood and quitting my job. I’d have to make sure to pace myself. But a shot to take the edge off sounded good, so I nodded. “Sure, why not?”
Luciana and I wound up having two shots, and then the waitress appeared with water bottles. Luciana twisted the cap off one and held it up to the mirror like a toast. “The delivery means he doesn’t want me to get too drunk,” she explained.
We stood at the railing, watching bodies sway to the electronic dance music on the floor down below until Luciana finished her water and tossed the empty bottle onto the tray of a passing waitress. “Come. Let’s dance.”
It had been years since I’d danced at a club, but it didn’t take long for the rhythm of the place to slip under my skin. The heavy pulse of the music, the warmth of bodies pressing close—it pulled me under, and I closed my eyes and allowed it all to wash over me, surrendering to the beat and forgetting all the stress of the last forty-eight hours, of the last month.
One song bled to the next, and before I knew it, more than an hour had gone by. Various men had tried to dance with us, but Luciana and I were having fun, and most took the hint when we paid them no attention. Though at one point, a very handsome guy walked over, and Luciana threw her arms around his neck. He lifted her off her feet and spun her around. When he set her down, she attempted to introduce us, but the music was so loud I couldn’t make out anything she was saying. The guy stuck around to dance with the two of us, and I wondered if it might be the man she was seeing who owned the club.
Then a few minutes later, another guy came over. Luciana and the first guy seemed to know him, so he joined in the dancing in our little area, and our party of three turned into two parties of two. The man I was coupled with danced close—it was practically impossible not to with how many people were crammed onto the dance floor. But he never pushed up against me like some guys had attempted to do. I closed my eyes again, enjoying the beat of the song, until I felt a hard body against my back—this time too close. Not wanting to cause a scene, I took a few steps forward to put some distance between us. But a hand snaked around my waist and pulled me back. I whipped around, about to go all New York on the asshole, only to find it was Matteo.
I blinked. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve been asking myself that question for twenty minutes.”
“You’ve been here that long?”
He nodded.
“Where were you?”
He thumbed over his shoulder. “Watching you.” His eyes lifted over my head, and he raised his chin. I followed his line of sight and found a beaming Luciana. She winked at me and went back to dancing with whoever that guy was.
I turned to Matteo. “Do you want to go sit?”
He reached for my hand and used it to spin me around so he was behind me again. “In a minute.” Pressed up against me, with fingers digging into my hip, Matteo led, and our bodies moved as one to the beat. Every brush, every touch sparked a fire. I leaned back into him, lifting my arms and hooking them behind his neck. Our hips gyrated in unison, and I let myself fall into him completely. The crowded club faded away, and all I felt were the tips of his fingers trailing up my side, his hard against my soft, and a delicious ache for more.
After a few songs, Matteo leaned and spoke into my ear with a gravelly voice. “Take a break for a bit?”
I nodded, and he led us off the dance floor. “We have a table.” I pointed. “Up there.”
We went upstairs, and the waitress came over as soon as we sat down. Both Matteo and I ordered waters. I fanned myself. “I can’t believe you’re here.”