With a slow exhale, I took my gaze back to safety where my rabbit food lay. “Do you really think I’m hot?”
“You know the answer to that very well, you teasing cockblocker.”
I smiled internally. “But I mean like hot hot. Stripper hot.”
He cocked a brow. “Why are you asking?”
Because the idea of him hanging out with stripper hot people all day made me feel something so awful and ridiculous I wouldn’t even name it. “I was this close to losing my job, still am, I need a backup plan. You’re not the only one that can have a career shift.”
His fork clinked on the table. “Think of a different career.”
“Because I’m too old?”
“Because I won’t let you.”
I laughed incredulously. “Scusi?”
“You heard me the first time. I’m your fiancé. I have the right to—”
“You don’t. And you’re not my fiancé.”
“For the next six months I am.” He grabbed his fork back and stabbed it in the pasta instead of making love to it like before. “Open your mouth.”
To deep throat me? With Fabio, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. “I don’t want—”
Silky, hot pasta and minced meat filled my mouth, silencing me…with love. My eyes closed as my jaws moved and my tongue swirled in a succulent nirvana. My head fell back as I tipped into a foodgasm. “Mmmmm. Oh. God. Mmmmm.”
“Stop it.”
“Mmmmm. Stop what?”
“Gabriella, stop it. Che cazzo?”
I opened my eyes, swallowing the food that should have stayed much longer in my mouth. “What’s wrong with you? I was having a moment here.”
“You’re making sex noises, and your face… God.” He mimicked my moans and made an exaggerated sex face. “You’re giving me and every dick in the room a boner.”
I laughed under my breath. I was too lost in the moment apparently.
“It’s not funny.”
“It is to me.”
“Just…eat your rabbit food.”
Now, I was giggling. “Can I taste the burger, too?”
“No.”
“Per favore.”
“No, Gabi, not here. I’ll leave you a bite to eat in the car.”
I threw a piece of lettuce at him. “You’re a weirdo. Even my husband wasn’t that jealous.”
“Well, your new husband is.”
I snorted. “Like that’s ever going to happen. Anyway, let’s stop the absurdity and change the subject. How did you know the name of Rina’s publisher?”
