Page 79 of Arturo's Temptation

“Oh, you volunteer! That’s… nice of you. But wouldn’t it, like, bore you?” He scoffed. “I mean it’s not like you need the money or anything.”

“Yeah… hence why I said ‘volunteer’.” Wow. This guy was thicker than two slices of bread.

Was this what a date was like?

Well, good to know I never bothered with them before. It sucked.

“Oh, right. Yeah I most definitely wouldn’t do that. Sounds kinda dull.” My nostrils flared as his eyes landed on my tits.

The rest of the conversation was strained and awkward, although I’d never let Arturo see I was bored out of my mind, I played the part to some extent until Henry placed his hand on my thigh. That was until my phone vibrated on the table... I already knew who it was.

I suggest if he likes those fingers of his, he’ll remove them from your leg before I chuck him out the window.

He cannot be serious?

Jealous?

Now, Isabella.

Someone seemed irritated… good.

And what if I like his hands on me?

I fucking warned you, princess.

Whatever.With a smirk, I angled my hand up in the air in his general direction and threw him the middle finger.

Satisfied I had resolved that. I turned back to my food and listened to Henry start talking about some bar fight he had been in a month previously. But a slight shift in the air made me frown and glance to my right.

Oh shit.

“Evenin’,” Arturo smiled. The slice of steak I had just popped into my mouth now tasted like ash. I coughed it back up before spitting it back into my serviette.

Classy, Bells. Real classy.

From the corner of my eye, I saw his inked hand steal a french fry from Henry’s plate.

“Do you mind?!” Henry gasped, his eyes widening with shock.

“Nah, not really,” Arturo continued before holding his hand out for me. “Time to go.”

“No. I’m busy. We will go when I’m ready,” I scowled, keeping my eyes firmly on my plate. I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of looking up at him.

“Now, Isabella,” he crouched down on the balls of his feet, bringing his lips to my ear.

“Dude, you’re her bodyguard not her dad.” Henry spoke up. “Why don’t you go grab something to eat, hmm? Here, my treat.” I blanched as he tried to hand Arturo a fifty dollar bill. Without a word, Arturo glanced at him and simply cocked his head before turning back to me. I tried not to gasp when his breath stroked across my cheek.

“Unless you want to watch your date bleed all over this pretty white cloth, I suggest you get your beautiful arse to the car,” he demanded. The domination was thick and clear.

“Fuck off,” I snapped.

“Have it your way.” My eyes followed his hand as he pulled out a pen knife from his pocket as if that was supposed to put fear of god in me. He ran the blade down my thigh, making my skin prickle. “Would you like me to show you how it can be done, or are you goin’ to be a good girl and go to the car?”

His voice was as smooth as velvet, warming my skin with each word.

“Okay! Fine! Will it shut you up if I do as you ask?” His eyes darkened as I spoke. Henry was clearly upset at Arturo’s presence and how easily he had captured my attention.

“Seein’ as you never do as you’re told, why don’t you try and see,” he said, his lips teasing my ear lobe.

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