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Stupid Tony. I took another glass, then turned around to where his deep voice came from. He was just outside the ballroom, leaning against the door frame. His eyes were sparkling with humor, and his lips were pulled up to the side in his stupidly sexy crooked smile.

“I’m surprised you care, Tony.” I sauntered over to him. “And that you haven’t tackled poor Mark to the ground. What gives, huh? Last weekend you just about growled at me for chatting with a guy.”

His jaw clenched, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “I won’t interfere with Don Moretti and his plans.”

“Is that so?” I looked around, then stepped closer to him. “Even if it means I should lose my virginity to a young, inexperienced boy?”

His smile disappeared, and he straightened against the door frame, keeping as much space between us as possible. I wasn’t sure if he knew that I was still a virgin because it looked to me like his breath faltered at my words.

“Or to a divorced thirty-seven-year-old who’s seen more pussy than Hugh Hefner?”

He ground his teeth together and broke eye contact, looking over my shoulder in some kind of frustration. It empowered me to know I was getting on his nerves. I leaned in, poking his chest with my long, manicured nail, and whispered my next words.

“Too bad it couldn’t be you, huh?”

10

Tony

Present day, age 26

Jesus fucking Christ.

Fiona had never been this blunt with me before. She’d always acted flirtatiously, yeah, and she’d always whipped her sweet ass in front of me, but she’d never explicitly expressed that she wanted to sleep with me.

I still wasn’t sure if she was serious or just trying to get a rise out of me, to anger me the way she liked to do.

I wasn’t feeling angry now though, not at all. Not after she’d confirmed what I’d been questioning for years—whether she was still a virgin or not. I always tried to keep close tabs on her, desperately needing to know who she was with and if they were treating her like the princess she was, but naturally, I couldn’t always be there. I wondered if I’d missed an important night, just one night where the wrong guy approached her and managed to fuck her. I was also never sure if she’d lost her virginity to Frederico that night, three years ago.

But now I knew; she was still my pure, yet feisty little princess.

Oh God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I couldn’t walk away this time. Not when Fiona was edging closer to me, looking up into my eyes daringly. I knew that if anything, I couldn’t discuss this here.

I looked around and noticed Antonio was still deep in conversation with Bradley Solinas, while everyone else in the room was occupied with drunken talk, dancing, or downing drinks. No one was looking our way.

I leaned down to Fiona’s ear and murmured, “Follow me—stay far behind.”

Then I turned and headed to the stairs, walking up, and waiting until she appeared a few seconds later. I walked down the long corridor, hearing her heels a few feet behind me. Then I entered my bedroom and waited, facing the window until I heard her enter.

“Close the door,” I said, then heard it close. “Lock it.”

Fiona was quiet, so I turned around, my hands in my pockets, and repeated myself. “I said, lock it.”

She turned the deadbolt, then stood with her hands fidgeting in front of her. I wondered what she was thinking. Was she scared? Or was she excited?

“Look, Tony… I—”

“Were you serious downstairs?”

I walked slowly toward her, speaking clearly, though in low tones. Fiona didn’t look so confident anymore, not like she was a few minutes ago, running that nail down my chest.

“About what?” she asked as if she didn’t know.

She looked entirely fuckable tonight in her sparkling pink dress and natural hair. She wasn’t wearing a bra; I’d noticed that from the moment she walked into my house, and her tits were now perked up under that thin material. All I could think about all night was how one touch, one slip of the dress strap over her shoulder, could result in me finally seeing that fantastic body of hers. It was right there, easily available, but I wouldn’t take it unless she really wanted me to.

And I was suddenly very sure that she wanted it. She followed me up here after all, and she locked that door.

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