Page 22 of Beautiful Devil

With her back to my front, I bring my mouth to her ear, my body almost touching hers, and ask, “Can I buy you a drink?”

She instantly jumps and spins around, and as soon as we lock eyes, something electric passes between us.

Dio mio, she is even more beautiful up close.

Get your head in the game, Fabi. She's the enemy.

Unfortunately, my dick didn’t get that memo, because it starts to twitchin her presence.Ensuring that there's enough distance between us as to not spook her with my growing bulge, I notice she’s sizing me up. Sheleans into me a little while raising her dainty voice to be heard over the loud music.

"Sure."

I wave my hand at Leo,who's standingbehind the bar,and heinstantly walks over to us.

"What would you like?" I turn to her, asking for her order.

"An amaretto and club soda, please," she tells Leo who hurriedly makes our drinks.

“You don’t want anything?”

Since I’m the owner of this club, all of my employees know what I like.

Not wanting to divulge that to Giaat the risk of exposing my identity, all I say is, “He knows what I want.”

She nods her head at my cryptic response and stands quietly, waiting for her drink.

“Do you come here often?”

She gives me a big smile before she starts to laugh. “Really?That's the best you've got?” She's grabbing at her waist, trying to contain her laughter when she decides to surprise me. "Utterly disappointing,stronzo. Here I was thinking you were someone who might actually be impressive."

My dick instantly goes hard at her feistiness.

I can’t remember the last time someone talked to me this way and lived to seethe rest of the day. But there’s something different with Gia.She’sdifferent.

“I'm veryimpressive,gattina. I’d be happy to show you just how much."

“Gattina?”she asks, seemingly confused at the endearment.

That makes two of us.

“Is your Italian limited to insults only?" I quip back at her.

She studies me for a minute before answering.“It's the only word I actually picked up from my ex. Now,hewas the definition ofstronzo."

She looks almost defeated at the mention of Gallo, but I know better than to fall for her innocent facade. Like Gallo, she's just another dirty thief.

A traitor.

Swallowing my disgust, I confirm what Marco has told me. "Does this mean you're single?"

Taking a sip of her drink, she locks eyes with me over the rim of her glass, holding them steady as she downs the rest.

She locks eyes with me over the rim of her drink, holding them steady as she downs it. “I am, but I'm not interested. Thanks for the drink, though!”

And she’s off.

I don't try to stop her.

Instead, I bide my time and wait.

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