“You can touch,” he jokes. “It’s Italian,” he boasts, drawing the word out.
“It’s very nice,” I reply, not knowing what else to say.
“So, she has an eye for expensive things,” he drawls. His accent is barely there, definitely Northern Europe.
Okay, what would Leisha do?He’s handsome, he smells addictive, so flirting should be easy.
“Would you like to join me for a game of poker, Elena?” he asks and holds out his hand, which I take.
Fuck, his hand is big. He could probably wrap the whole thing around my neck and choke me to death. Maybe choke mein a fun way? I’ve never tried that before, but Leisha swears by it. Well, she’s the one doing the choking, but still.
“You smell like vanilla icing. Are you as sweet as you smell?” he purrs into my ear, making my scent thicken even more.
When I look up at him, his eyes are gleaming with mischief, and the smirk still rests on his face.
He might just be the hottest man I’ve seen at this club yet, and out of all the Omegas here, he approached me. He pulls chips out of his pocket, tossing them onto the table. My eyes get stuck on his suit again, but I can’t help that I like the way he dresses or that I like fancy things. You can take the mob boss’s daughter out of her confines, but you can’t take away her desire for luxury.
It helps boost my confidence as he takes a seat at the table, his large legs spread wide. He taps his thigh in offering.
I take the hint, placing my drink on the table before sliding down the back of my dress and perching on his lap. His hand automatically wraps around my waist, and he squeezes my rib cage lightly. A gasp of air slips out of me, and I shift slightly on his lap, getting comfortable while trying to calm my nerves.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my cheek.
Okay, so fucking members will not be an issue. Well, at least not this one. I want to straddle his lap and take what I want right now. Monica deals the cards, snapping me back to reality.
Ian holds me close to his body, his soothing scent bringing me comfort as he uses his other hand to briefly look at his cards.
“How long have you been working here, Elena?” he asks.
Why do I like that he keeps tacking on my name at the end of every sentence? And why do I want his deep voice saying my name in a different context? I bet this man has a very filthy mouth that he could put to good use. I’ve never really experienced much dirty talk, but I think I’d like it.
He’s also older than anyone I’ve ever been with, he’s got to be experienced. That thought irritates me, even though I have no right to be jealous.What is going on with me?
It’s probably just been too long since I got laid. It makes me feel needy and maybe slightly greedy, which is a good thing; it will help me make the most out of this job. Which is proving to be easier than I thought if all of these Alphas are anywhere near as attractive and attentive as this one.
“Tonight is my first night,” I answer honestly.
His hand slides down from my rib cage, squeezing my hip lightly.
“That’s good.”
“Why exactly is that good?” I ask him in a soft voice.
His cards are flat on the table as he looks at me and smiles.
“I like being first,” he states.
“Oh, well, I’m not a virgin,” I spew out like an idiot.
He takes a pause for a moment and grabs his low ball glass to take a drink before putting it back down. Almost like he’s surprised, or maybe irritated, by the fact that I’m not untouched.
“Want to know a secret?” he taunts, whispering into my ear, and I nod. “Neither am I.”
I laugh and shift on his lap again. His hold on me is strong, and he smiles as I gather my composure.
“You don’t say, I would have never guessed.”
“I know, I have an innocent aura about me,” he jests.
