Page 58 of Unspoken Obsession

Not able to hold myself back, I stand up, lean over the table, and grab her jaw in my hand, holding her still as I press my lips against hers, kissing her. The wine spills over into heated passion that for a moment I cannot stop.

We hear the door to our unit slide open. I sit back down again as the server apologizes for the interruption and takes away our starter plates.

"Your main course is about to arrive, sir." He grins and then hurries away.

Frankie is making a conversation about what it's like growing up in Las Vegas, asking me about my childhood and my family. I am reluctant to tell her anything. But I know that my childhood is no big secret. Almost everyone in Vegas knows me - and they all heard about my sister.

I push the thought of my sister aside. I have a meeting with Lorenzo tomorrow to discuss Antoni Musetti and the leads we have against him. Lorenzo wanted a little time to investigate before we discussed it all. He had a hunch with someone he thought could clear it up.

I will think about my sister tomorrow when I am working on the search.

Right now, it won't do me any good to get lost in that worry.

The server brings in our main course.

A lamb shank, roasted in sweet pepper and olive oil, served on a bed of caramelized baby carrots.

Frankie has chosen the salmon, baked in lemon butter and served with roasted baby potatoes. Of course, we have already decided to share again so that we can try as many things as possible and make the most of this experience.

I already want to bring her back here.

I just wish I knew what direction our relationship was headed in.

It all depends on who she is to me.

I can't allow myself to fall any deeper than I already have - the risk is becoming more dangerous by the day.

Frankie cuts a piece of salmon and holds the fork out to me. She slips it into my mouth. It tastes divine. The server has poured me a savory red wine, and Frankie a dry white.

The wine is going to my head. This is my third glass, and I rarely drink wine.

My suspicions towards Frankie are mixed with lust, an undeniable attraction, and my need to protect her.

I want to push her up against this table and fuck her so hard - but I want to grab her around the throat and demand that she tell me the truth.

Of course, I can do neither of those things.

So, I sip my wine again and enjoy my food while we chat about the view and what an incredible experience this is.

FRANKIE

My cheeks are glowing, warm from the wine.

If I have another glass after this, I am going to be revealing all of my secrets.

Dante has been relentless with his questions and while I have kept most of my secrets safe, I've said more than I would have liked to.

My mind is relaxed and fuzzy, tipsy, making me smile.

I can see Dante is also more relaxed than normal, so hopefully his wine will make him stop pushing for answers from me all the time.

There is this awkward mix of fear, and this deep attraction towards him. I'm scared I will say too much, or not enough. The confusion makes my head spin, or it might be the wine doing that.

The server has just collected our dinner plates, and we are pausing before we order dessert.

I am eyeing the salted caramel cheesecake though - but I am not sure I can fit it in. Maybe Dante will share it with me.

He is sitting opposite me, his eyes on me as he swirls the wine in his glass.

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