Page 2 of Hustler


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“You’re doing it again,” she tells me, and that damn foot starts tapping once more.

I straighten and shake off the wicked voodoo this chick has put on me, deciding to turn on the charm that’s gotten me into all the ladies’ panties since I was fifteen.“I’m Vinnie Gallo.”I put my hand between us with the killer smile that’s scored me so much pussy, even Hugh Hefner would be jealous.

She looks down but doesn’t even try to touch me.“Bianca Hernandez.”

“Bianca.”I like the way her name rolls off my tongue.I don’t think I’ve ever had a Bianca in my bed.“I’m moving into 11A.”I pull my hand back as I slide into the elevator in the small space between Bianca and the keypad.We’re so close, I can smell the sweet scent of the perfume she sprayed on her skin this morning.

“Great.”There’s no joy in her voice.She hasn’t bothered to look at me again, finding the brown carpeting under our feet far more interesting than me.“I’m in 11B.”

I smile wider.“We’re neighbors.”

I hadn’t even bothered to ask the real estate agent about the people inside the building or who would be next to me with the entire floor to ourselves.I’ll barely be home anyway and didn’t think it would matter.But…this is a very interesting turn of events.

“I’ve never been so happy in my life,” she says sarcastically.

I shouldn’t like this crabby chick with an attitude bigger than my sister’s, but there’s something about her that makes me want to peel away the layers and see what’s underneath.

“Want to hit eleven?I’m late and don’t have all day to chitchat.”

“Sorry.”I punch the button for the eleventh floor and glance her way.“Busy day, huh?”

She slowly turns her face upward, gazing at me with those honey eyes.“Since we’re going to be alone on the eleventh floor, let’s get a few things straight.”

I nod but keep my mouth shut, because my mother and sister taught me when to listen and when to speak.This is clearly a moment to listen to the sassy little Bianca.

“I get up early, so I don’t have late-night parties or put up with rowdy, loud assholes keeping me up.I work from home, and I like the peace and serenity living on the eleventh floor provides me.Don’t ruin it.”

“Noted,” I say as she gawks at my arms.

I flex a little because my muscles are no doubt impressive.I spend more than half my daily workout on my arms, trying to make them stronger than ever before to earn the starting spot on the field this season.

“Do not think we’re going to be buddy-buddy just because we share a few walls.”Her gaze lingers on my forearms, much like mine did on her calves.

“What if I run out of sugar?”

“There’s a corner store down the street,” she says quickly.

“Cream?”

“I use soy milk.”

Damn.

The girl has all her bases covered like I’m not the first asshole to have impure thoughts about her, which I’m totally sure I’m not.The attitude probably chases everyone away, but I’m used to attitude.Growing up Gallo, it came with the territory.

If anything, the way she’s trying to keep me at a distance, presenting herself as a challenge, just makes me want to try a little more.

The elevator lurches, and Bianca falls forward into my arms.It’s like a sign from above, and I know the big guy is on my side.“I got you.”I grab on to her waist, steadying her, but also keeping her close because she feels good against me.

Her tiny hands wrap around my biceps as she pushes herself backward and glares up at me with narrowed eyes.“What are you doing?”Her fingernails bite into my skin, mixing a little pain with the pleasure of her body pressed against mine.

I instantly release her waist.“I didn’t want you to fall.”

“I’m fine.This happens all the time,” she says, but she hasn’t bothered to take her hands off me.Her smooth palms are still flat against my skin, almost groping my muscles like a cat does a fluffy blanket when it’s happy.

When I glance down, looking at where our bodies are still connected, she finally pulls away.“Sorry.”She clears her throat.

“Don’t be,” I tell her because I’m not sorry in the slightest.I want to see those slender fingers with cherry-red polish wrapped around my cock as those plump pink lips suck me off.“Shit happens.”