Butterflies erupted in my stomach. That mischievous, wicked smile was the exact reason women liked bad boys.
Cazzo.
I needed some air.
Bending down, I put the cigarette out against the concrete before tossing it in the restaurant’s dumpster. Butts and trash already littered the alleyway; I didn’t want to contribute.
Nicolas still leaned against the door, and so I stopped in front of him and waited. He held out his phone to me. “My list. Write it now.”
I frowned at the cell phone and then looked at him.
His expression was serious, and truthfully, with this attraction spiraling out of control, zinging under my skin like electricity, I didn’t have it in me to argue with him. I grasped the phone and took a few steps back. There wasn’t any way I could think with him standing so close.
I opened his notes and typed in Adriana’s dress size, shoe size, and even bra size. He didn’t look like a man to skirt around details. When it came to her hobbies and likes, I couldn’t help myself.
Acting
Cult horror films
Gardening
Not you
I smiled, but then his phone pinged and it fell from my lips.
I stared.
Who was he? Benito?
The image was of a woman, naked. Blond hair, coy smile, big breasts.
Jenny.
I glanced at him to see he was only waiting for me to finish. I turned the phone around. His gaze stayed on mine for a second before giving it a glance. Not a blink.
“This is Tony’s girlfriend,” I accused.
“Is it?”
I couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed. Couldn’t tell if he didn’t know who this was, or if he was playing stupid. Did he get so many random pictures of naked women he couldn’t tell them apart? Anger sparked in my chest.
“Stop sleeping with her,” I said coldly.
Now his darkness was the amused variety.
My grip tightened on the phone. “It’s wrong.”
He lifted a shoulder. “Tit for tat.”
I paused. “You don’t have a girlfriend.” You have a fiancée . . . though that usually didn’t mean much to a man in this life.
“Did.”
Oh.
A strange discomfort curled in my chest.
I blinked, trying to sort this out. “You guys are sleeping with each other’s girlfriends to, what? Get back at each other?”