Page 36 of Big Daddy to Go
“Hello, Mr. Kane,” the owner of Angelino’s greets me.
I shake his hand. “Sal, it’s good to see you. This is Lexi,” I introduce her.
“Bellissima,” he says in his thick Italian accent.
Sal cups his fingers together and kisses them. Lexi blushes.
“Grazie,” she says. “Piacere!”
“You speak Italian?” I ask, surprised.
“Un po,” she laughs, holding her fingers up to show she means a little. “My father was half Italian.”
“That explains this gorgeous hair of yours,” I say, touching the bun on her head lightly.
She giggles. “Mom always said my hair was my worst curse.”
“I think it fits your personality,” I wink at her. “What do you want to eat?” I ask.
“Um…” she hesitates, her eyes looking toward the salad section.
“You’re not getting a salad.”
I place a hand on either side of her head and turn it in the direction of the pizza section.
“What do you want? Not what do you think you should eat,” I emphasize, casually squeezing her ass.
Lexi jumps in surprise and quickly looks behind us to make sure no one witnessed the inappropriate gesture.
“I wouldn’t change a thing,” I whisper in her ear.
Her brown eyes look up at me as she tries to fight a blushing smile.
“Pepperoni and extra cheese,” she tells me her order.
I order a large pizza and two sodas before we take a seat in a booth.
“I doubt you eat a lot of pizza,” Lexi remarks, organizing the condiment shakers on the table.
“I’ll take a pizza joint any day over a fancy restaurant,” I argue.
She laughs. “I didn’t mean because of your financial stature. I mean because of your perfect body.”
It’s my turn to blush. “I eat what I want, pretty much. I’m just very active.”
Lexi raises her eyebrows. “Oh, I know…”
We both laugh.
“Out of the bedroom, too,” I wink.
“What are your activities out of the bedroom?” she asks.
“I love running and hiking. I also own a few sports teams that I play in. Basketball and football, mostly.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “You’re a sports nut.”
She isn’t saying so, but my love for sports seems to bother her.
