“Do you have another meeting today?” Damiano asks.
“Not until later this afternoon. Why, what do you have going on?”
“I’d like to take you for a walk in Community Park. It’s just down the street.” There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, but he puts on a pair of sunglasses and smiles.
At moments like this, I’m taken aback by how handsome and stylish he is. He’s wearing jeans and a cream-colored, button-up shirt. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the buttons undone to reveal a white t-shirt beneath it. With the sunglasses, he looks distinguished and cool—there’s no other way to put it.
And here I am in my plain black skirt that falls around my knees, and a K-Pop Brain Feast t-shirt. It isn’t my most professional outfit, but I don’t want to hire a financial advisor who is going to judge me based on my clothes.
I also don’t want to hire one who is going to imagine me without my clothes.
“This way.” Damiano takes my hand and leads me toward a densely wooded area. “On the other side of the park is a European-style café where we can get coffee and pastries.”
I give the trees a dubious look. “But first we have to go through the murder forest? I’ve seen this in Flesh and Teeth, you know. Only half of the party survives.”
He leans down and kisses my cheek. “If only half of our party survives, bella, I promise it will be you.”
The wooded area grows thicker with trees as we continue along the path. It’s chilly here in the shade, so it isn’t too surprising that there aren’t any other people walking about.
“Now I have you alone, finally.” Damiano removes his sunglasses and whisks me into his arms. “I’ve been wanting to kiss your mouth for days, Madison.”
“Are you sure this isn’t because you were jealous of Raymond Glaffort?”
His eyes flash with irritation. “Jealous? Of that little worm? Fuck no.”
“You seemed jealous.” I press my palm against his chest, feeling his firm muscles. “I thought you were going to hit him.”
“He’s not worth the effort.” Damiano leans into me. “But I did fantasize about bending you over his desk and fucking you while he was forced to watch.”
“I—” I don’t know what to say. My panties flood with arousal, even though what he just said is twisted and wrong. What a sick fantasy!
A sick fantasy that turns you on, a little voice whispers in my head.
“Oh, bella.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “You like that idea, don’t you.”
“Noooo,” I lie.
“You do. You want a repeat of our night at the auction, another man watching me fuck you, watching you get pleasured, watching you come.” He backs me toward the shadows and presses his hand against my hip. Slowly, slowly he slides his hand under my shirt. For such a refined man, he has rough calluses, and they move deliciously against my skin. “I could arrange it. We can call Seth right now.”
“No, don’t call him?—”
“No?” His hand moves up and up, until his fingertips brush my nipple, back and forth over my lacy bra. “Didn’t you like when he watched?”
“Yes, but—” I gasp when he pinches me.
He takes advantage of my open mouth by kissing me full and deep. He tastes citrusy, like oranges, and I grab his arms to keep him close. I could kiss him forever.
His fingertips pluck and pinch at my nipple. Soon I’m writhing, rubbing up against him like I did that first night, trying to take my pleasure from his hard body.
He pulls away from the kiss, his eyes dark, a small smile playing on his lips. “Soon, bella. We’ll recreate our night again. Soon.”
15
SETH
Damiano finds me in my office on Thursday morning. “The Venezuela job is progressing well.”
“Lots of leads.” I lean back in my chair. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they recover the gold by Sunday.”
