Page 17 of Sweet Deception

"Got it. Thanks, Talia." I hug her before leaving, catching her off guard. We've never been close and I vow to make more of an effort with her.She's quiet, but she also doesn't have any family. Maybe she needs me to make the first move. I decide to invite her to dinner with my parents soon.

I distract myself with thoughts of this until I find myself parking in the lot across from the club.

"Well, Kylie. This is it." I scan the area before gathering the courage to leave my car.

When I enter the club, I take a moment to look around. It's busy, but I don't see anyone eyeing the door for their date. Maybe the guy isn't here yet. Spotting the bar, I walk over to sit down and try not to fidget.

Talia coached me on how to make myself appear more confident, so I attempt to do as she instructed. Pushing my shoulders back, I hold my head high and cross my legs before placing my hands on my thigh. Keeping my attention on the bartender, I sense someone sit down next to me and glance over, right into a pair of familiar dark smoldering eyes.

I was wrong. His eyes are a not a dark brown. Up close, they're the color of melted chocolate.

"Hello, Angel."

Chapter eight

Luca

"Oh!" Her eyes widen and her hand flies to her throat. Her delectable gasp sends a zing down my spine making me hard.

Fuck. Did she realize what that did to a man?

The woman is even more beautiful up close. I indulge myself by trailing my eyes down her body. The neckline of her dress shows off the top swell of her breasts and is a perfect place to nuzzle her skin while I imagine her running her hand through my hair.

The skirt of her dress is hiked past mid thigh as she sits on the bar stool with her legs crossed. Her hands are gripped together—lying right where I really want to be.

The possessiveness in me is battling for control. I want to pull her chair close to cage her in-between my thighs, hiding the view of her bare legs from the other men in the room.

And they're looking.

Fuck, even her hair is calling my name. Her beautiful auburn mane is long enough for me to wrap around my hand twice. I want to take hold and tug. To pull her head back and expose her creamy throat.

I fight the urge to leave my mark on her for everyone to see.To show she's already claimed.

Image after image flashes through my mind of all the dirty things I want to do to her. It's a good thing she's in shock or I swear she would be able to read my expression and run screaming from the club.

Little does she know, I'll get off on the chase. Just one more thing to add to our playlist.

Thank fuck she didn't apply for the dating service. No way I would've been able to keep my hands off her. It's already taking everything in me not to throw her over my shoulder and take her home right now. Knowing I'll have to wait until tomorrow for her to sign the contract has me calculating ways to get it done tonight.

Forcing my thoughts under control, I smirk at her wide-eyed stare and nudge her mouth closed.

That seems to wake her.

Her skin goes from pale to a beautiful shade of rosy pink in an instant. Still, she doesn't say anything, nor does she take her eyes from me. I stare right back as Frankie walks over to take our order.

"Scotch for me, Frankie. And get Angel whatever she wants."

She gapes at me again. Seeing her mouth open in an O makes me groan. I'm going to enjoy having those full lips wrapped around my cock.

Her face flushes even more at my groan. She has no idea what she's doing to me. Clenching my jaw, I inhale through my nose and force my body to relax.

"Angel, what would you like to drink?"

"I-I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone?" She phrases it as a question, her eyes darting to Frankie.

I don't hold back a chuckle. "I'm the one you're waiting for. Now give Frankie your choice of drink so we can go somewhere more private." I should try to make her feel more comfortable, but I admit, I'm enjoying throwing her off balance.

"Oh. Uh … " she turns back to Frankie before her eyes dart around the liquor bottles. "I'll have an Amaretto Stone Sour. Please." She swallows before turning back to me. Unable to hold my gaze, she darts her eyes back to Frankie to watch him pour our drinks.

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