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What the hell!
“You did not just do that!”
“So, did,” she says. “And you, Sir, are losing your shit.”
“Screw you,” I say as she takes my whiskey, from a wooden stand, next to us. She downs it before strutting for the elevator.
“Fuck,” I huff with the sword, the thong, the leather glove, and now the aching erection. She has played me.
The elevator doors opens in the distance, and Storm enters with her cloak.
As I pull off my leather glove, Storm calls out the elevator door. “You coming?” I walk towards her, my radar on. As she waits in the elevator, we stare each other out.
Before I enter, I flick her hot black thong up with the sword. While the thong is in mid-air, I slash fast with the ancient blade.
The silver cuts through the air with a hiss before slicing the panties in two.
I catch one piece, and I slip it into my jacket’s top pocket. I throw the ancient sword carefully, and I do it with precision. It hits the antique Balinese doors across the penthouse perfectly, and it sticks in.
The tease raises a brow, and I walk past her into my elevator.
As I lean against the back wall, I adjust the black thong in my jacket pocket. Finally, it looks like some fancy handkerchief.
Storm hits the ground button, and she looks at me with her arms covering her chest, and nipples. “What?” I ask regaining some respect.
I’m close to snapping and losing all control. Storm needs to be fucked senseless. I know it.
Andsheknows it.
23
LORENZO
We sit in silence in my Bentley, and my loyal driver Alfred must sense we’re distracted. He has been with me for years, and he is wise enough to not say anything. We drive the entire way, and not a word is said.
Meanwhile, I run through a dozen scenarios that may play out.
Whatever happens, she and he, must not leave together
I think about the restaurant layout, and I know it only has twenty-two tables. I booked two tables down the back, but not right next to each other. It is not the type of place I’d bring a date to, but it is what it is.
Finally, we pull up, and we pause before we exit. We agreed Storm will enter first, and five minutes later, I will follow, and sit with my date.
As Storm climbs out, I lose it and reach for her hand. “Be careful.”
Her eyes find mine, and she looks nervous, or is it sad? She squeezes my hand softly. “You too.”
She leans quickly in, and she kisses my cheek. Inhaling, she heads off, and I check my Rolex.
Once inside, my slack date arrives twelve minutes late. I’m already in a bad mood, I was close to calling it off.
Meanwhile, the clown with Storm is playing with fire. He is even making her laugh.
I listen to them, and my teeth compress. I inhale, and I think of a suspect Italian I know called Tony. It would be hard for the clown to charm Storm without a head.
Rather hard indeed.
My shallow date tries to make our night fun, adding to the chaos. I am bored with her already, and I am distracted with Storm.
