Page 25 of The Enforcer

“That will be enjoyable to watch. How many other languages do you speak?” she asked.

“French, English obviously. A little Russian. Some Armenian.”

“Multi-talented. Your parents must be proud.”

“My father insisted we become international men.”

Her eyes lit up in an entirely different way. At least I was humoring her. The wine arrived seconds later and after nodding toward the waiter, he pulled away to uncork the bottle while another waiter placed appropriate wineglasses on our table. “How long will you be in Milan?”

“The rest of the week. How about you?”

“It depends on the how the club opening goes.”

“A new club. How exciting,” she said, although her breathless sound was reminiscent of a deep purr. Many things stirred deep inside. The woman could easily keep me fully aroused for days.

“Yes, Club Scandal will be just that.”

“A scandal?”

“Why not?” The waiter poured a small amount and I took my time sniffing and swirling before taking a sip. All the while Valencia was smirking at me with mischief in her eyes.

“Kinky?”

I shrugged as the wine was poured, sitting back in my seat and savoring another look at the way the candlelight reflected on her porcelain skin. “To a degree. Not a full kink club, but a few suggestions were provided by the women attached at the hip to my brothers.”

She opened her eyes even wider. “A tight family.”

“Very much so. Honestly, sometimes too much. Yours?”

“My sister and I are tight. My dad works in the Senate and I rarely see him. And my mom? Well, she enjoys her volunteer work at a local animal shelter.”

The Senate. Did every self-imposed important man work in politics?

“Ah. That’s where you got your obvious love of animals.” I lifted my glass, waiting as she did the same.

“Yes and no. I’ve always gravitated toward animals more than people. They are honest and loving to a fault.”

She touched her glass to mine and I found it possible to lose myself in the depth of her blue eyes.

“Do you own a pet?”

“One furry baby for now. Magnum PI. He’s a golden-golden mix.”

Now she had surprised me. “Named after the American television show?”

“You know it?”

“Yes, I do. I own Magnum’s Ferrari. One just like it.”

“Get out.” She was excited about my announcement. “I love that car. I would give anything to own one.”

“Maybe one day that can happen.”

“Even on my salary, living in New York city is expensive.”

“Then why live there?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Because I spent my teenage years in New York and fell in love with the city. But it does grate on your nerves. The crime. The rude people. There’s no sense of family.”

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