There is no time to dwell because we arrive in no time, it seems.
Rich opens the door, and I step out.
I'm aware of his gaze on me as I go to the door of a darkened restaurant, the windows washed in paint so you can't really see in or, I presume, out.
I wouldn't know what it was, except other extremely well-dressed people arrive and enter, passing a woman with an earpiece and an iPad.
"Hi, I'm Lola Carino, guest of Mr. Enzo Marino."
She swipes on the pad and steps aside.
It's all warm wood and brass inside, with plants in corners and an open kitchen in the back. And it's dark. Pools of candlelight, warm tablecloths on the handful of tables, and well-placed lamps give some spaces shadow and light.
The bar is curved and full of people.
No one is sitting at the tables, which seem too few even for this small space.
Waiters weave through, carrying trays of morsels.
Everything makes my stomach turn.
I'm hungry.
But not for food.
I walk through the crowd, pretending I fit in.
At one point, I think I see him talking to a redhead, but by the time I get over there, he's nowhere to be seen.
Eventually, I make my way to a dark corner, just tucked out of the way. What I need is a breather.
I lean against the wall near a big, wide-leafed plant and close my eyes.
"Lola."
Everything spirals into high alert.
"Sir," I say, breathing it out.
I don't know how long Enzo has been there, but he's further in the shadows.
He moves toward me, pulling me to him, and he bites my throat, turning me so I face out, where people move, laugh, and eat beyond the plant.
"You're late." The asshole tone in his voice, the one in fantasy mode, sends shivers through me and makes me wet.
My juices coat my thighs because he didn't put out panties for me or a bra.
The dress isn't that short, and it's not see-through, so I did it. Went commando.
He pulls me in against him.
The heels bring my ass up to his groin, and I realize something as he wraps an arm around my waist...
He's going to fuck me.
Here.
Now.
