Page 4 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

En route to the bar, I tried to stay composed, but my attention was immediately drawn to a man surrounded by women who couldn’t keep their hands off his broad chest in his sleek black tuxedo. Even I had to admit he looked damn good in it. The older women in front of him giggled like schoolgirls at everything he said, their infatuation obvious.

“Oh Angelo, you’re so funny,” the brunette said.

Funny? The man could’ve told them he enjoyed strangling kittens, and they’d probably still swoon.

I finally forced my gaze away from his body and looked him in the eyes—violet eyes, deep and piercing. They were the only part of his face visible beneath a sleek gold metal mask, which only made him more intriguing. His lips, though, were another story: full, sensual, and far too easy to imagine against my skin.

As it turns out, I had a thing for tall men with muscular frames because, yes, I ended up hooking up with Angelo, the mysterious masked man. Our arrangement was perfect. No strings attached, allowing me to be carefree and enjoy our time together without any expectations or complications. Of course, this didn’t mean that I gave myself away to just anyone. I had a strict limit of two men at a time, especially since I was busy running my successful business. So, maybe Vino could be my number two.

“Claire?”

The deep voice behind me sent a ripple of goosebumps up my spine.

I turned, startled. “You’re back,” I said, surprise thick in my voice.

Vino grinned, cocky and self-assured. “Yup. I got your salad and a Red Bull,” he said, holding the bag at eye level like a trophy.

My heart skipped. “I love Red Bulls. How did you know?”

“The options were limited,” he shrugged. “It was either an orange soda, red soda, or this.”

I laughed softly. “Well, good call. Red Bull was the safest bet.”

“Come on, let me show you my private corner of the world.”

He was so handsome, I could stare at him all day. His silky black hair looked so touchable, and his lips...well, they must be incredibly soft. And those big hands...I wouldn’t mind if he smacked my ass with them.

“Do you have a busy day ahead?” Vino asked.

“Yes, there’s a fashion show coming up in a month. I’d love for you to model my underwear.”

He smirked as we stepped inside my small photo studio haven.

“You’ll be the only woman who gets to see me in your briefs. Consider this a private show just for you,” Vino winked.

For some reason, I was okay with that. Vino exuded confidence and relaxation around me, which was refreshing compared to other models I’ve worked with who tripped over themselves.

We sat beside each other on the white platform where my models usually posed. Vino handed me the salad container and popped open the Red Bull for me.

“Thank you,” I said, smirking.

Stop smiling, Claire. Just because he’s thoughtful doesn’t mean he’s thoughtful in bed. True. So true. Pretty men some time thought about getting themselves off.

“You’re welcome,” he replied smoothly, pulling another salad and Red Bull from the bag.

“What if I designed a suit for you?” I asked, testing the waters. “Would you wear it in a magazine spread?”

He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze locking onto mine. The look in his eyes, that devilish curve of his lips said I want to eat your sweet pussy.

Was that really what that smile said? Fuck, that was what I wanted it to say.

“I’d like to take you to dinner when you’re free,” he stated suddenly.

“I don’t date, Vino,” I replied firmly.

He chuckled and turned to his salad.

“What’s funny?” I asked, annoyed.

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