Page 114 of Beautiful Trauma
“While that’s tempting, I would like to take you out to dinner.”
“Kellan–”
“Do you honestly think your Father will be combing the streets of Little Italy on the off chance we might be having dinner?”
“Never estimate that bastard,” I grumbled.
Kellan laughed. “Listen, I want you to meet me at six at Ralph’s on 9th Street.”
“Sounds interesting,” I mused.
“It’s a hundred year old restaurant that Leo recommended. Trust me, he takes his Italian food very seriously.”
I laughed. “Okay, I’ll see you at Ralph’s at six.”
“Will you wear something sexy for me?”
“Possibly. What do I get if I do?”
“As many orgasms as you can take?”
“That sounds like a good deal.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
As I glanced at the buyers waiting on the security feed, I said, “Okay, I gotta go. I’ll see you at six.”
“Bye, Mila.”
After I got home at a little after five, I raced into the shower. Somehow I managed to get ready in just thirty minutes. I’d outfitted myself in a sexy black number that was sure to get Kellan’s blood racing.
When I came downstairs to the lobby, I asked the doorman to hail a taxi. “That won’t be necessary, Ms. Korolova. There’s a car waiting for you.”
“Of course there is,” I mused. “Thanks anyway then.”
As soon as I exited the building, a driver stepped out of a black SUV. “Ms. Korolova?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Dino. I work for the Neretti family, and I’ll be taking you to Ralph’s.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Dino.”
He nodded and then opened the door for me. When I got inside, I texted Kellan that I’d been picked up, but that we might be a little late because of traffic. He quickly replied:
I’m here and waiting, beautiful.
Tonight you should call me sexy, not beautiful.
But you’re always beautiful.
You might change your mind when you see my dress.
Mmm, is it as sexy as your red one?
Maybe even sexier.
Trocaire.
