He said some of her best work was in the less famous films, but he loved the popular ones too.
Audrey was definitely his favorite. And he had the crazy idea in his head that I looked like her. I thought he was crazy to think that, but it was kind of sweet too.
It didn’t make sense to me that Antonio could be sweet. But he was. It was kind of like watching a giant, man-eating tiger play with a puppy. I’d seen it on YouTube, so I knew it could happen.
Strange animal friends. That was the vibe I was getting. Or maybe it’s just the beginning of Stockholm Syndrome, I thought with unease.
But he was trying to impress me.
He even made real, old-fashioned popcorn when we watched movies. But he was sipping expensive Italian wine, not soda pop. Other than that, it was perfectly normal.
Except for the whole mobster keeping an innocent girl locked up in his dungeon thing.
I stole another glance at him only to find that he was watching me, not the movie.
I looked away quickly. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and his collar unbuttoned, he was the one who looked like an old-school movie star, not me. But I wouldn’t tell him that.
I had a crazy feeling that he wanted to kiss me.
That was stupid, though. A guy like him had to have a million girls on speed dial. I wasn’t anything special. I was a stupid young girl compared to someone like him.
I wasn’t even sexy!
But every time I glanced over, he was looking at me. Not my face. He was looking at a different part of me each time. My legs. My throat. I’d even caught him looking at my feet.
I pulled them up underneath me.
“Are you cold?” he murmured before sliding closer to wrap a blanket around me. I hadn’t been cold, but I shivered. He was giving off so much heat. I felt it everywhere. But especially between my legs.
I pulled the blanket tighter as he stared at me, this time from inches away. I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Is that better?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I felt him smiling as he brushed some hair away from my neck.
“So polite,” he said as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin there. It was the first time he’d touched me deliberately. I felt it all the way down to my toes. “So delicate.”
With a sigh, he pulled back and moved further down the couch. I could still feel him watching me, though. He didn’t seem to even look at the screen.
I couldn’t help wondering whether he was thinking about kissing me or how easy it would be to kill me.
Or maybe he was thinking about doing both.
Chapter 15
Antonio
I turned the sound down the whole way to zero. We were halfway through another one of my favorites, Charade. But the beautiful girl on my couch had fallen asleep.
She was still curled up, trying to make herself small, like she was trying to hide her gorgeous legs from me.
I’d noticed the self-conscious way she sat after she caught me ogling her legs. I knew she was shy. She had no idea how gorgeous she was. But I couldn’t help it. I wouldn’t touch her, but I could look.
I had to look.
“I’m not a monster,” I whispered as I guided her gently onto her side. She slid her legs out so that they fell over my lap. I almost laughed.
I’d wanted to make her more comfortable. Instead, I’d gotten myself into a bit of a predicament. My cock had been hard all night, sitting beside her. Now her gorgeous calves were brushing up against my seriously aching dick.
“Fuck . . .” I hissed softly as she moved again. She turned on her side and somehow scooted closer so that her thighs were on top of mine. She shifted one leg and that was it. My cock was pressed against her inner thigh.
Holy fucking shit. I was inches from Paradise. And I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
I felt my cock pulsing at the base. I was almost ready to pop. God forbid I come in my fucking pants like a schoolboy just from being near her.
Then there was the problem of what to do with my hands. I couldn’t put them down. I would be touching her, and I’d sworn not to do that.
I carefully slid them out to the sides along the back of the couch instead. There. I could keep my promise. I wouldn’t touch her. But that didn’t mean I had to stop her from touching me.
The next few hours were pure heaven and hell. She flipped over again, and her bottom was right there, inches from my shaft. I didn’t move. It would have been so easy to get a little bit of pressure. A little bit of relief.