Page 10 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Yep, I’ve definitely made the right decision here.

We’re barely in the car ten minutes before we’re pulling up outside the Ritz-Carlton, and Andre leans over to unbuckle my seat belt.

I move to open my door, but he reaches out to stop me.

“Sit tight, princess.” He winks before climbing out of the car.

I do as I’m told, as Andre hands his keys off to a valet and strolls around to my side of the car to open my door.

Princess indeed.

I try to smother my grin as Andre takes my hand and helps me out of the car, which is obnoxiously low to the ground.

“I think I flashed most of the valets,” I mutter as I take Andre’s arm with my own, tucking my purse under my other one.

“Guess I didn’t need to tip them, then.”

I elbow him playfully and he grins as we climb the steps leading to the lobby.

Maybe it’s the booze, but I feel more comfortable with Andre in the very short amount of time I’ve known him than I did with Sam for the entire year we were together. I know I shouldn’t be thinking such things, especially as I know how this will go.

We’ll have mind-blowing sex, that much is obvious just from the way my body reacts to the slightest touch from him, and then I’ll leave in the night like it was all some fever dream.

The concierge opens the door for us. “Good evening, Mr. De Luca.”

“Evening, Harrison.” Andre smiles as we pass him. “Would you mind sending up some champagne when you have a moment?”

Andre’s so polite. A rare quality to find in a man, let alone a man with wealth. He’s not making it easy for me to stay detached.

It’s all for show.

The thought hits me out of nowhere, but it clears the lust-induced fog just a little.

“Of course, Mr. De Luca.”

Andre wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads us to the elevators. There’re three main ones, and I frown as we walk right past them.

“Uh. Are we on the main floor? Or the second floor? Because much higher than that will be killer on my feet with these heels if we take the stairs.”

Andre chuckles, running his thumb back and forth over my bare shoulder.

“I won’t make you take the stairs., princess. Wouldn’t even dream of it.”

We round a corner to another elevator.

A bellboy is waiting beside it and at our arrival, he presses a button, and the doors ping open.

“Good evening, Mr. De Luca.”

Andre nods and guides me inside first.

The elevator is small, giving me every excuse to stand close to him as the doors slide closed.

I glance at the buttons, and my mouth falls open as I see which one is lit up. “The penthouse?”

“Is that a problem?” Humor laces his voice.

“Uh, no.”

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