Page 31 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“—but I’ve never felt so turned on before. I guess you had to be there.”

“Oh, I was. It is hard to ignore your screams. I saw a good amount of your scene, and I get what you’re saying about the guy. You should have seen the way he looked at you. That is hot.”

“Yeah?”

I bite my bottom lip. This is the Dom I’ve been looking for.

Aleisha lowers her voice. “Carmen is so jealous. She was seething.”

I can’t help but smile. “He and I are going to grab something to eat now.”

“Damn, you’re scoring tonight.”

“I know, right? I just wish I had the chance to fully change into my outfit before playing tonight. Now I’m stuck with these jeans.”

Aleisha laughs.

After changing my top, I put the merry widow into a locker, slip on my coat, and go to meet the guy outside. I still don’t know his name, but I’ll get it soon enough.

He is parked in a sleek silver Ferrari, the engine idling as he waits for me. If Carmen saw this, she’d hate on me even more.

“This your usual ride?” I ask after settling into the burgundy-colored leather seat, remembering he didn’t have this car the first time we met.

“I don’t have a usual ride,” he replies as he pulls the car from the curb.

From the corners of my eyes, I see Chase in my car turn on the headlights. ‘Sir’ seems to notice too.

“So do I get a name now?” I ask.

“Besides ‘princess’?”

Is he teasing me or being serious? I can’t tell by the tone of his voice.

“I meant yours.”

“Jack.”

I eye him more closely. For some reason, he doesn’t look like a Jack.

“Mine’s Casey.”

“I know. You told me.”

Several beats of silence pass before I ask, “So where’re we headed?”

“A noodle place.”

“Cool. I bet the Chinese food is really good here in San Francisco.”

He glances over at me. “You haven’t lived here long?”

“A year, but I’m mostly at school.”

“Where’s that?”

“Notre Dame.”

“Home of ‘The Fighting Irish.’”

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