She clasped her diamond earrings to her lobes then fixed her hair in the mirror. Her five-inch heels gave her an extra boost of height, but I still towered over her. When we’d come home from work, we hardly made it to the bedroom before I was inside her. Our clothes didn’t even come off. My pants hugged my ass, and her dress was pushed to her hips. We fucked like we had just met at a bar and hadn’t gotten laid in weeks.
I’d been fucking her for months, but it still felt like it was the first week.
She was that perfect.
Now I considered calling off this dinner as I looked at her, more interested in getting inside her than sharing a meal with a potential distributor. Saving money didn’t seem as important, not when I could be inside that perfect little cunt.
She turned to me when she was ready to go, looking at me standing near the doorway. “Are you ready?”
My eyes roamed over her body, seeing the way the thin dress hugged her so damn well. How was I supposed to pay attention to my conversation when this huge distraction was right beside me? “Yes.”
She wore a soft smile as she grabbed her clutch by the door. It held her ID, the money I gave her, and the phone I bought for her. She didn’t have any friends or acquaintances here, so she primarily used her phone to keep in touch with my sister.
Because Vanessa was as obsessed with her as I was.
I lingered behind as she walked into the hallway, just so I could get a nice look at her ass.
Fuck.
Now my cock was hard in my slacks even though she had satisfied me just hours before. I followed her out to the entryway. The car was ready to go, the engine on and the seats warm. It’d been washed the second I returned from Milan, keeping the paint coat shiny and new.
I sat in the driver’s seat, and we headed back to Milan. We could have just stayed at my apartment as we waited for dinner, but all her clothes were in Verona. Ever since she’d come into my life, I never stayed at that apartment. It primarily had been used for my hookups in the city or as a place to sleep when I worked late. Now my glorified bachelor pad was obsolete.
Because it didn’t seem like I was a bachelor anymore.
We drove through the countryside in silence, the radio off and the world around us dark. I pushed my car to the limit, knowing I wouldn’t be pulled over by the authorities since they would recognize my car. I wasn’t a crime lord, but I was certainly above the law around here.
My eyes kept drifting back to her legs, the way the fabric of her dress hugged her thighs. I had sex that morning when I woke up and sex again when I got off work. There was no reason I should be so horny right now.
But this woman made me horny.
“Anything I should know before we meet this guy?” She broke the silence with her hypnotic voice.
“Just don’t talk.”
“Don’t talk?” she asked incredulously.
“You’re there to look pretty on my arm. That’s your only purpose. No need for you to speak.”
“Wow…” She shook her head. “Just when you’re being a good man, you switch back.”
“This is my business meeting, and you have no say in the matter. I’m just being direct with you.”
“Can I say hi?” she snapped.
“Don’t be stupid. You’re too smart for that.”
She looked out her passenger window, tuning me out.
I grabbed her hand and held it on her thigh, my thumb brushing along her knuckles. I refused to apologize because I had no reason to, so I let the silence stretch between us. She would get over it eventually. After everything I did to her, she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.
We arrived in Milan thirty minutes later, and when I pulled up to the restaurant, the valet took care of my car. My arm circled my woman’s waist, and I walked with her inside, seeing all the heads turn my way.
Some people recognized me, mainly the women.
But everyone recognized her.
I pulled her closer into my side, proving that she belonged to me. They could look all they wanted, but I was the only one who could touch.
The host recognized my face once I walked inside, and he ignored the next people in line standing at the podium to silently escort us to the table. My hand remained on Muse’s waist, squeezing her side gently because I loved the way her petite frame felt in my grasp. She’d never made a dress look more beautiful.
We found Androssi Beaucount in the secluded booth in the corner. He had a woman on his arm as well, an exotic-looking woman with deep black hair and olive skin. She had big brown eyes, and her hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail.