Page 55 of Sinful Secrets

He loosens his grip on my ass and sets me down. My body slides down the miles of muscles. His erection pokes into my stomach.

“Alright, food first.”

I follow him downstairs to his car. He heads in the direction of his apartment.

“I really love the flowers and chocolates.” I gush.

He reaches over the center console, placing his hand on my thigh. “I’m glad. I tried to get them to deliver it to you last night, but the earliest they were available was this morning. I guess the delivery was delayed.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, you could have hand delivered them yourself.”

“Next time, I will.”

There’s going to be a next time?

He parks on the street in front of a restaurant called Mario’s. He leads me inside with his hand at the small of my back.

The decor is just like I’d expect it. It’s a typical modern Italian style. The air permeates with fresh sauce and herbs.

An older man immediately glances our way and grins.

“Ah, Spencer. Thank you for everything. Seriously, just thank you.”

Spencer pretends he doesn’t know what Mario is talking about, but Mario keeps thanking him as he steps into the dining room.

The men hug each other as an older woman joins them. Tears fall down her cheeks as she drags Spencer into her arms and repeatedly kisses his cheek.

“Thank you, Spencer. You are a wonderful man and I hope you have nothing but success in your future.”

She turns toward me. “You have a great man here.”

Spencer chuckles and says, “Savannah, this is Mario and Lucia.”

I reach out to shake their hands, but they pull me into a group hug. The hug is warm and comforting, like a hug with your parents and grandparents are supposed to feel like.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” I say as they let me go.

Mario turns to look at Spencer. “Will you stay and have something to eat, or are you guys too busy?”

“Eh, I figured it was about time that I treated Savannah to your homemade cooking.”

Lucia hands me a menu. “Pick anything you want. It’s on the house. Although I would recommend the manicotti, as we just made a fresh batch of sauce.”

Spencer interrupts. “I’m paying for lunch and there’s nothing you two can say or do that will change my mind.”

What is that all about?

Do they not let him pay because he is like family?

I look over the menu, but ultimately go with her suggestion. We choose to eat outside to enjoy the nice fall day.

When we are settled outside with our giant cups of soda, I ask, “So, who are they? How did you meet them?”

Maybe he will confess to being an accessory to the mafia.

“Mario and Lucia are like grandparents to me. They are always feeding me and begging me to take food on the road.”

His face lights up when he talks about them.

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