Page 4 of Vanished in Vegas

“Incoming,” Arianna whispered teasingly as we stepped onto the sidewalk.

Mr. Sexy-pants gestured for the other men to step to the side, which they quickly did without hesitation. He stepped out of our way, but his eyes remained on me. I felt like a gazelle about to be pounced on by a cheetah. A very sexy cheetah.

“If you’re going to eye-fuck my sister, you should at least sayhellofirst,” Arianna said, bringing us to a halt in front of Mr. Sexy-Pants. Thankfully, he didn’t find her unlady-like words threatening and instead laughed.

He stepped in front of us, acknowledged my sisters then looked down at me. He smiled a smile that made me want to strip him of every article of clothing and have my way with him. Damn, he was sexy.

“I was going to wait until after the wedding to approach you,” he chuckled, extending his hand out to me. “I’m Antonio Berlusconi.”

“Sofia Romano,” I said, trying to keep my tongue in my mouth. I placed my hand in his, expecting a handshake. To my surprise and schoolgirl delight, he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it softly.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Romano.” My name rolled off his tongue so smoothly that it made my knees go weak.

“Likewise, Mr. Berlusconi.”

One of my dad’s guards cleared their throat. An indication that Antonio had been holding my hand for far too long. I rolled my eyes and glared at the goon.

“It’s my hand. Relax,” I stated firmly.

“Just doing my job, Signorina Romano,” Kit replied.

“I’m pretty sure our father didn’t say no touching a boy’s hand, Kit,” Arianna replied coldly.

“No, Signorina Romano. He said no touching any part of a…,” Kit looked at Antonio, “...boy.”

Antonio’s jaw tightened. A vein in his neck pulsed. He said nothing; however, if looks could kill, Kit would have fallen over dead.

I turned to Kit.

“Kit, apologize to Mr. Berlusconi,” I snapped, in Antonio’s defense. Kit’s eyes widened. “Now!”

Kit looked at Antonio. His nostrils flared as he took deep breaths.

“My apologies, Mr. Berlusconi,” Kit said.

Antonio ignored Kit completely and looked at me.

“Save me a dance at the reception?” he grinned slyly.

“Definitely,” I smiled.

He kissed my hand once more. This time his eyes were locked on Kit. A smirk plastered across his face. He was daring Kit to say something and I was eating it up. I loved a bad boy.

“See you later, Miss Romano.” He slowly released my hand, never breaking eye contact with me. “Ladies,” he smiled at Arianna then Rose.

“Mr. Berlusconi,” they said in unison. He chuckled and stepped aside allowing us to pass by.

“He totally wants to bone you,” Rose giggled as we continued down the sidewalk.

“Yeah, he does,” Arianna laughed. “Maybe he’ll kidnap you afterward and you’ll finally have some fun.”

“If he does, don’t come looking for me,” I grinned.

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We signed the guest book then made our way farther inside the church to find our seats. The church was just like our Catholic church back home. Grand and elegant. Not a penny went to waste.

“Bride side, right?” Rose whispered. We looked around at those already seated in the pews.

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