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“Uh sorry,” I mumble, trying to squeeze behind them to get into a cubicle.

“Bitch almost knocked me out, did you see that girls?'' I hear from behind the door as I sit down to pee. Great, just what I need now, a fucking fight with a group of drunk slappers.

“Oh give it a rest Roxi, you’re only pissed because Cole keeps blowing you off and isn’t answering your phone calls.” I hear one of them say.

“He just doesn’t know what he’s missing, that's all. He’s here somewhere, I know he is. I’ll show him what he’s missing out on.”

After I hear them leave, I finish my business and slowly exit the cubicle. I wash my hands and primp myself up in the mirror and paint on a fresh layer of lippy.I need a drink.I wait a minute longer, ensuring the group of girls will have moved on before walking out and heading towards the bar, hoping not to bump into Tom, Franco or those scantily clad bitches for the rest of the night.

Chapter 9

Cole

The music is pulsating around me, sipping the harsh, cheap whiskey that is served in this place, I watch from the dark shadows of a corner booth. This place is filled with people moving like puppets on strings to the music. I can smell the sweat and grime from their skin, it seeps into the air creating a stale smell of body odor. It's a low end establishment, where creatures stalk their victims. I watch my prey, my little mouse dressed as a vixen. She is a siren hypnotizing me as her hips sway, making me hunger for her, my is cock tightening in my trousers at the sight of her tantalizing body. If anything the chase has me more enticed with her, I envisage watching her, stalking her and catching her being my favorite pleasure, my favorite game. She is quickly becoming an obsession. The silk black dress clings to her curves and her hot pink heels bring her from 5'4 to at least 5'9. I study her face, her mesmerizing green eyes, flushed cheeks and perfect lips. I imagine they'd fit beautifully around my cock. I can definitely see why Silas is intrigued. I'm not sure if I'll let him keep her yet, maybe we could share her.

I watch her whisper to her friend Kat, then she makes her way to the bar. I get to my feet to make my way over to the bar to get closer to her. She's leaning over to get the bartender's attention, the low cut of her dress leaving nothing to the imagination as I can see straight down her cleavage, her tits looking perfect and perky against the tight fabric.

I slide next to her as she is ordering her drink; Bacardi and coke. "Make that two" I interrupt. She looks over to me curiously. "Don't worry topolino, I'll get these.''

"What does that mean?" she asks.

"Little mouse.” I smirk. "Are you having fun tonight?"

She studies me before replying, "Yeah, I love the vibe. My friend and I just needed to let our hair down. Girls night out, yano?"

I look over to her friend and see she's already dancing with some blond guy. "Well it looks like your friend has hit it off with someone." I nod over to where her friend is dancing.

Lucille sighs but turns to me and smiles. "Well that means you'll have to keep me company, Tomcat,'' she winks.

She surprises me, that doesn't happen often. I thought she'd have run by now, maybe Silas won't get a choice in sharing her. "It would be my pleasure, Topolino. I have a private booth over in the corner if you want to join me.'' I reply, sipping my drink. She smiles and nods. We make our way over as she slips in the booth and I slide in next to her. "So what do you do for a living, Topolino?" I ask even though I already know, she smiles and I catch the sparkle in her eyes as she speaks.

"I'm a nurse, I work in emergency and wound care at Summerlin. What about you?"

Well that's a loaded question, "I own a restaurant, and I'm in business with my brother and a friend. I've always enjoyed cooking so it made sense for me to open my own restaurant." I answer, keeping it short and sweet.

"Oh wow, what restaurant? Maybe I'll sample it one day," she says cheerfully. She's so honest and good, I wonder if she'll mind me tainting her.

"My restaurant is called Salvatore's Cucina, if it wasn't obvious we serve Italian food." I say, smiling at her.

"That's amazing! I love Italian! Where did you learn to cook?" she continues. I love how she's chatting so easily to me, it makes me feel calm as her eyes pierce into my soul.

"Well my Nonna taught me and my brother to cook on Sunday afternoons when we were little." I loved Nonna, unfortunately she passed away when I was 15, she was a strong and beautiful lady, and a great cook. I scold myself at how open I've been with her. "How about you? What made you become a nurse?" I try to direct the conversation onto her instead. I need to know more about her life. I'm shocked but I really want to get to know her.

"Well I suppose I always liked helping people and it comes easily to me. I love the fast pace of the emergency room, it keeps my mind occupied," she says as she maintains eye contact with me, "actually you look very familiar, have you been to the hospital recently?"

That’ll be the resemblance of my brother. I laugh and shake my head, "Not that I'm aware, Topolino." Instinctively, I reach out and tuck a piece of her hair that has fallen into her face behind her ear, trying to distract her. Her breathing quickens and her eyes dart to my lips, she wants me to kiss her. I edge closer to her, taking her face in the palms of my hand. My heart is pounding and I feel like a teenager again. How is this woman having such an affect on me? Not able to wait a second longer, I pull her face to mine and finally taste her sweet lips. She tastes like blueberries and I can smell her perfume of vanilla and lilacs. Her kiss is addictive, I don't know if I can stop. Her tongue dances with mine, and I can feel the lust in the little flicks of her dominance.

Lucille is the one to pull away first, her teeth grazing my lower lip as she does. Fuck I'm getting hard, I look down and notice her dress has ridden up her sun kissed thighs, making my cock harden even more. I just want to bury my head there until she can't take it anymore. Until the only thing I hear is her screaming my name. Whimpering for a release that only I can grant her.

Interrupting my thoughts of her sweet pussy my phone starts vibrating, I inwardly grunt. Looking down at the phone, it's Roxi, I hit the reject button immediately.

"That was unexpected," I smirk, keeping eye contact.

"You tasted like peppermint and moon light,'' she says blushing, making me realize she didn't mean to say it out loud.

Smiling at her I feel my phone vibrate again, I look again this time it's Linc. "I'll be back in just a moment, my fratello is calling. He's not very patient so if I ignore him he will keep calling, I'll be quick though Topolino."

"That's ok, I'll be waiting for you Tomcat," she winks at me. God, I love the way that sounds.

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