Page 2 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

This fine ass, middle-aged stranger had me spellbound. I was totally mesmerized because he looked almost angelic, yet underneath all that fineness was something fierce and maybe even a little dangerous. My instincts never led me wrong. I diverted my eyes to my designer mules to control my breathing. Plus, I had to mentally give my kitty a stern talking to so she could stop throbbing and end the tidal wave of moisture that seeped into my panties. She had never showed out like this before. I cleared my throat, and my eyes connected with his blue irises again.

“Hi, I’m the store owner, Erie. How can I be of assistance?” I probed, extending my hand to him.

He smirked and eyed my hand with a look of his hidden desires until he placed my hand between both of his big and sensual hands. I could feel the grooves of his calluses, yet they didn’t feel rough and disgusting like some. There was a powerful yet sensual feeling in his large hands. The handsome stranger released my hand. He cleared his throat and focused solely on me.

“There's no issue. I just prefer if you take my order, Bella,” he voiced in a heavy Italian accent.

Whoa.Not only was this man drop-dead gorgeous, but he was also Italian. God was not playing fair when he made him. I didn’t even know black Italian people were a thing. The sound of his deep voice went straight to my honeypot, making me take a few deep breaths. Good grief, I wanted him badly. I tried to play it cool and keep my composure. I had a job to do.

“Um, what doesBellamean?” I queried, nibbling on my lower lip.

He smirked. “It means pretty or beautiful. I find you and your name beautiful, Erie. You’re named after one of our great lakes.”

“Very much true, yet I don’t know your name,” I admitted.

“I’m Janeiro Terelli.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Janeiro. What can I get you?”

While he spouted off his order, I stared at him. He called me beautiful. I did my happy dance internally before I tuned back into his order. Once he was done, he flashed a wicked grin that was one for the books. Baby just didn’t know how he had me teetering on the brink of insanity with his smooth and charming mannerisms. But that grin of his also revealed there was much more to him than met the eye. My gut told me that if I gave him my time, it would for sure be a wild ride.

I exhaled. The intensity of his glare had me ready to risk it all. “Thank you for your order, Janeiro. I hope you decide to come here more often. It’s not easy, but I pride myself on being able to service and provide a level of comfort for all my customers and staff. Londen here will ring you up, and I’ll get started on your order.”

“Oh, trust. I’ll be back, and not just for the food only. He winked, making me blush.

Londen and I switched places. I hit the bell on the counter that separated the dining room from the kitchen. Brayden, a college student I hired for the summer, popped his head through the small space.

“What you need, boss lady?” he quizzed, smiling at me like a lovesick fool.

“Brayden, I need a turkey and mozzarella panini with red and green peppers and gazpacho soup,” I responded and handed him the ticket.

“I’m on it.” He disappeared to handle the order.

I offered a variety of hot and cold beverages. The different flavored teas and lemonades I offered were a sure hit next to the milkshakes and malts.

While they created his food, I crafted his tropical berry iced tea. Once done, I turned and looked for him and saw Janeiro sat at one of the tables where we offered a game of chess or checkers to the patrons. The senior gentlemen that shuffled through were mainly the only ones that played. It was my way of offering something for all ages. I tapped his shoulder lightly to get his attention. He looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes of his, and for a moment, I was stuck. I shook my head subtly before I gave him my attention again.

“I’m sorry, Janeiro, but there’s no eating or drinking at these tables out of fear of ruining the board and the pieces.”

“Understandable, Bella. Do you play?” he quizzed as he moved to a different seat.

I nodded.

“Yes, I do play. I’m not the best chess player, but I can move around the board,” I stated with a girlish giggle.

“How about after I’m done eating, we play? That’s if you have free time after running this fine establishment of yours.”

I blushed and shook my head. “Yes. I do. I’ll be right back.”

I left to service another customer. Londen delivered his food. When she made her way back to me, we stared at each other for a few seconds before quietly squealing like a bunch of schoolgirls.

“Oh my goodness. Erie, he likes you. That man personally asked for you to service him,” Londen voiced excitedly.

“I know, right? He had me speechless. I ain’t never seen a man as fine as him.”

“And that Italian accent ain’t too shabby either.”

“Hello! I’m wit’ you when you’re right, sis.” We did our handshake. “He also asked me to play chess with him,” I mentioned.

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