Page 16 of Entangled Mafia Princess

The olive-skinned beauty has large breasts—probably enlarged—and her red bustier makes her look like Jessica Rabbit. She has on bright red come-get-me platform heels and a flirty school girl skirt that barely covers her voluptuous backside. With dismay, I watch Carmen make her way toward the guy.

“Shit,” I curse and hurry in the same direction.

“So you’ve come back for more, big boy?” Carmen drawls as she puts a foot up on the chair next to where the man had seated himself.

“Hey!” I greet, sitting on the edge of the table before him. “Glad you decided to come back.”

In surprise, Carmen glances between us, trying to make out the connection. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” I reply while he answers, “No.”

“We talked,” I clarify.

“We did. I told you I don’t smoke,” the man says.

Ignoring Carmen’s smirk, I say, “I don’t smoke all the time. Rarely, in fact. Yesterday just happened to be stressful.”

“Stressful?” Carmen echoes. “Wasn’t it your birthday yesterday?”

“Yeah, well, birthdays can be stressful.”

“So you’re, like, legal now?”

I frown. Carmen knows that no one under eighteen is allowed in the club. But maybe the Dom likes age play?

“I turned twenty-one,” I say.

Carmen raises a brow as if she isn’t sure she believes me. “I like your corset thing. It makes your breasts look…cute.”

Suppressing a scowl, I smile and reply, “Thanks. And those heels are really killing it for you. No one would know you’re barely five feet tall.”

I don’t want to get into a catfight in front of the Dom, who watches our exchange with a tinge of amusement, but it’s too hard to resist.

Deciding not to continue with Carmen, however, I turn to the Dom. “You playing tonight?”

Warmth churns inside my belly when he looks at me.

“Possibly.”

“Why come if you’re not going to play?” Carmen asks. She leans in toward him, giving him a closer view of her cleavage. “I’d make it worth your while.”

The man looks from Carmen back to me. I stare into his eyes, telling him with my gaze that he‘s better off choosing me. He seems intrigued by what I have to ‘say.’

“I’ll give the birthday girl a gift and play,” he says.

Yes! I want to do a fist pump.

Carmen’s face darkens as she says to me, “Looks like you’ll get your wish of having had every cock that walks through the door.”

Though I want to bitch-slap Carmen, I bite back a retort. Instead, I’m going to be gracious in my victory.

Ignoring Carmen, I ask the Dom, “Which stall do you like?”

He looks over the options before replying, “The one with the wooden bench.”

Reluctantly, Carmen gets off the table, but she bends over to whisper into his ear before leaving. “When you’re done with jailbait and want a real woman, I’m always game for you, big boy.”

Carmen doesn’t lower her voice much, so I hear every word. Channeling Aleisha, I tell myself to let it go, imagining Aleisha telling me, Carmen’s just jealous.

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