Page 238 of Vicious Saint
“Ha!” He places the drink in front of me. “Maybe not to you because he loves you.”
Oh, no fucking way am I going to allow this guy to think I’m some damsel being swooped up in an age gap romance.
Carlo’s got grays for fuck’s sake.
Not that grays aren’t sexy.
Shit, I’d let Eric Dane do the nastiest things to me in bed.
“What’s your name?”
“Craig.”
“Well,Craig, Carlo is not my damn boyfriend. He’s my driver.”
Stupid cute Craig raises a groomed eyebrow. “Driver? Guy looks more like a mobster.”
I really need to buy Carlo a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
After a discreet sip of yummy carbonated alcohol goodness, I slide the glass far enough away for it to look abandoned. “He’s not a mobster either.”
“Whatever.” Craig shrugs, drying a flute with a towel. “Whoever he is, I can tell he cares about you. It’s cool.”
Looking over my shoulder, I smile at Carlo, basking in the realization of how much I care about him too.
“So, where you from?” I ask Craig as I turn back to face him.
“Brooklyn.”
“What part?”
“Bay Ridge.”
I vaguely know the area, mostly apartment buildings and retail.
“This a full time gig?”
“Nah, just to help get myself through college. Rich tip well.”
I take a mental note to prove to him just how much by the end of the night.
“What’s your major?”
“If I told you, you’d probably laugh.”
“Why do you say that?”
Craig leans his elbows on the bar top, getting comfortable in the small talk. “Because most people do.”
“Try me.”
“Fine Arts.”
Throwing my head back, I belt out a laugh.
“Like I said…” he huffs jokingly.
“Nah, dude, I’m laughing with you not at you. I wanna go into the arts too.”
