Page 63 of The Bonventi Secret
"So," I say, trying to change the subject as I'm not good with compliments, "Is this where you bring all your fiancées?"
Enzo laughs.
"So yes?" I press him, smiling.
He shakes his head, "No, no. If I could be honest with you, I've never taken another women here."
"Mmmhmm," I say as a waiter comes and pours wine for each of us.
Enzo raises his glass, and I meet it with mine, a subtle clink from our tap.
"Which is ironic, seeing as I own it."
I go to take a sip of wine and then stop, "Wait. What?"
He gives me a devilish smile, "Well, me and my brothers."
I roll my eyes and finally take a sip, "You just have everything, don't you."
"Well, I'm pretty good at getting what I want."
"Is that so?" I ask, placing my glass down, "And what do you want the most, right now?"
He leans in and stares at me. "Truthfully?" he asks.
"Uh-huh," I say and smile.
"You, with a lot less clothes on, laying on all?—"
He's cut off by the waiter who places a basket of bread down on the table.
"Good evening. Have you had time to look over the menu?"
Enzo's eyes linger on me for a second so seductively, I get that phrase 'eye fucking' now.
"I'll order for us," he says without looking away from me.
I nod.
"I'll have Fra Diavolo, with linguini and shrimp, and the beautiful lady will have Spaghetti aglio e olio."
"Excellent choices, Mr. Bonventi. Anything else?"
"Maybe another bottle of wine."
"Very well," the waiter says and removes the unopened menus from the table, "I will bring that to your table now."
"You pay attention to everything, don't you?" I ask before taking a sip of wine.
"What do you mean?"
"The dish you ordered for me, that's been my favorite since we started our nightly dinners."
"I had no idea," Enzo says with a smirk.
The waiter returns with the bottle and leaves it on the table.
"Is it a trait of yours to always be watching?" I ask.
