Page 16 of A Virgin for the Mafia Daddy

“I still haven’t heard from my sister. She wasn’t auctioned last night, was she?”

“I don’t believe so,” Cain says his thumbs flying across his keyboard on his phone. “Let me ask around.”

“It’s just so unlike her not to get back to me—” Before I can finish the thought, my phone screen goes black. Crap. The battery’s dead and I forgot my charger. Well, forgot isn’t the right word. I hadn’t exactly planned on staying out for a full twenty-four hours…

Ohhhh. I bet Olivia doesn’t have her charger either. Even though I don’t know for sure she’s okay, I feel slightly better knowing that’s probably why she hasn’t reached out.

Probably.

After another minute, Cain says, “She’s okay. She’s with Cole.”

“With your brother? Why is she still with him?”

Cain’s brows lift sky high. “I don’t know, Little Lamb. Why are you still with me?”

Oh.

Ohhhhhh.

As the realization dawns on me, a giggle rises up my throat.

“What’s so funny?” he presses.

“Just… my sister and I have both waited so long to have sex… and now we both lost our virginity on the same night!”

He cracks a little smile, too and leans forward, his fingers digging into my ribcage, making my giggle morph into belly trembling laughter. “Silly, little girl,” he growls with a nip to my earlobe.

His tickles soften, shifting to stroke the swell of my breast, his thumb brushing the raw pearl of my nipple.

“I still can’t believe I had sex before I ever had a first date,” I say with a gasp.

Cain stills, his expression growing very serious. “You’ve never been taken out on a date before?”

I shake my head.

Cain is on his feet, lifting me into his arms in seconds flat. A squeal escapes me as he smacks his palm to my bum. “Where are we going?”

“We’re changing that. Right fucking now.”

The last twenty-four hours have been utterly surreal.

I feel like a real life Cinderella, pulled out of the tiny bedroom I’d shared with my sister and away from my evil stepfather and placed in this beautiful dress at a five star dinner with the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.

Sure, my shoes might be Louboutin, not glass. And my fairy godmother is actually a sexy, burly Mafia Daddy… But I feel like a princess, all the same.

While my fingers nervously tug on the white linen napkin in my lap, I peruse the menu, half of which I can’t read because it’s in Italian. The words swim together and I don’t recognize much, except maybe rigatoni. My sister is the linguistics genius… not me. Me, I’ve always been the artsy one. The one who wants to paint and dance and sing.

But right about now, I sure wish I had paid a little more attention when Olivia had been harping on about her various languages she was learning.

The violin music playing softly in the background is interrupted as our server greets us. “How are your first few sips?”

“Delicioso,” Cain says.

I nod in agreement even though I haven’t touched my prosecco.

“Bellisimo! Do you know what you would like to order?”

The server looks at me first and I clear my throat. “Um, I’ll have the Pajata Rigatoni, please,” I order.

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