Page 374 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I don’t have him pegged, actually, but my God, I wish I did…

And then anger clutches me, forcing the thought out of my lust-filled mind, and I want to punch him in the arm and ask him why the fuck he can’t see who I really am?

This little back and forth banter…how can he not remember?

Argh!

I feel less than invisible right now, and while it is exactly what I’m going for, work-wise, it makes me feel small and insignificant to Gio. I ran away from Velvet Lounge last night…ran from him…and he doesn’t seem affected at all, even after what we did.

That makes me feel nothing short of pathetic.

Like I wasted the hours tossing and turning and replaying our salacious encounter.

“I guess everyone needs a good party now and again.”

“What?” I ask, his voice yanking me out of my frenzied thoughts.

He turns to give me a quick look. “I was just saying that everyone needs a little bit of Vegas every once in a while, evenThe Golden Girls.Must make them feel younger, zippier, peppier.” He flashes a sidelong glance at me. “You don’t like to talk, but you’re not so great with the listening thing, either. Just saying.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little preoccupied.” I tap my fingers on the screen of my phone, anxious to find out more details about this job. Uncle Boris told me to call him once I was settled at the hotel and he’d give me the details.

“Hey, I didn’t ask you where you’re going,” Gio says as he pulls off of the interstate heading toward the Vegas Strip.

“You didn’t.”

“I also didn’t ask your name.”

“Right again,” I say. “You look a lot smoother than you actually are, just in case you were wondering.”

“I don’t get out much.”

“I find that highly unlikely,” I say with an eye roll. “But fine, I’ll play. My name is Anya and I’m headed to the Bellagio.”

“The Bellagio?” he snips. “Why the hell would you go to that shithole?”

“Because that’s where my reservation is,” I say. “Why do you think it’s a shithole? It’s gorgeous!”

“It’s so fucking twenty years ago!”

I snicker. “You sound like a hotel snob.”

“I just know what I like,” he says, slowing to a stop at a light. He winks at me, a wicked twinkle in the depths of his bright blue eyes. “Now, Anya, what are your plans while you’re here in town?” He pulls the Ferrari into the long driveway leading up to the Bellagio and slows next to the curb, the red and gold overhang packed with people and cars and rolling luggage carts.

“Well, the plan is to nail an upcoming job interview.” I stare at him, hard, my eyes searching for any sign of recognition in his expression.

Nada.

What the hell?

My ass, he doesn’t get out much.

Guys who don’t get out much would definitely remember something about the face and body of a girl they hooked up with the night before!

“Then what?”

My breath hitches as his blue eyes darken and he leans toward me the slightest bit. “Then I guess I’d start work.”

“You gonna be shacking up here for long?” he asks, nodding at the hotel.

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