Page 10 of The Sicilian Princess
"You look great, my little thorn," he rasped in my ear. His sensual voice sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. His breath smelled like fresh mint. I wanted to breathe him in.
"Oh, I didn't see you there, Mr. Greer." Bethany had returned from the back where she took the dirty towels. Her face was bright red as she addressed Nick.
"Bethany," Nick said in greeting. She looked like she was going to swoon on the floor. Nick looked like he couldn't care less about the effect he was having on her.
"It's just been so long since we've…" she trailed off, but I was able to fill in the blanks.
Like every man I had met, Nick stuck his cock in anything that moved. Not that Bethany wasn't a lovely girl. It was just frustrating. In my world, men could be pigs and fuck anything, but Mafioso women needed to be protected. We were meant to hold on to our virginities until marriage. That was another reason I needed to run. If my father found out I was impure, along with being broken, he probably would've just snapped and killed me. If he didn't, my husband-to-be sure as hell would. Nick didn't even give Bethany the time of day, which was really sad. It was just like the other woman in the diner. He was a user. There was no way I would want to associate with him.
"Thank you," I murmured. I refused to look at him as I walked to the counter to pay. Before I could pull my wallet out, Nick had swiped his card. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I just waited for him and he walked me out. I went into my wallet and grabbed about sixty dollars and shoved it at him. Nick shook his head and gave it back. I kept pushing it on him.
"I don't want your money, little thorn," he growled.
I scoffed and took the wad, shoving it into the back pocket of his jeans.
"I don't need you to pay for things for me," I sharply lashed out at him with my tongue. Maybe this was what he did with his other women, but I wasn't just anybody. I wasn't going to throw myself at Nick. He wasn't worth it to me. The only thing I wanted to do was get away from him.
"Fine, little thorn. You want to play hard to get, I'll play with you," Nick growled and pushed me lightly toward his truck.
I almost wanted to struggle against him, but I really needed to get to the diner so I could meet Eunji. I didn't have time to fight him. Nick lifted me up into his truck, even though there was a step I could've used to get in. I breathed in his scent and my insides clenched from feeling his hard body pressed against mine. I hitched a gasp when his arm grazed my breast as he strapped me in. Of course, I could've done all these things myself, but I wasn't angry that he was trying to take care of me. I had people who always wanted to take care of me but made me feel like I was a burden. Nick touched me like I was precious to him. If I wasn't careful, I could lose my heart to someone like that.
