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What was even worse was the fact that Amo’s idiotic comment had been right …
And he thought Maria was fucking dramatic.
SIX
FATHER OF THE FUCKING YEAR
Nadia had managed to find a black dress that had some length to it, thank God, and it actually covered her ass and the tops of her tall legs. The downside, however, was the top portion. The sweetheart neckline left nothing to the imagination when it came to her breasts. Thankfully, Dante’s shirt fixed that.
Taking the white button-up, she slid it on, but instead of buttoning it, she tied it around her waist, giving the dress a more casual look … while also expertly covering her goodies.
It didn’t take long for her to notice his scent. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was, but it smelled expensive and warm, with a touch of whiskey.
Shaking the thoughts of Dante’s smell beginning to creep into her mind, she finally left her room. She was about as comfortable and covered up as she was going to get with the clothing options she had.Uptight, pfft.
Nadia wasn’t uptight; she was just … sensible. Plus, her being uptight was rich, coming from a man who expected you to ask how high when he told you to jump.
Heading upstairs for the first time, Nadia tried not to feel self-conscious when she entered the room, but she couldn’t help it when Amo and Leo both noticed the shirt was clearly Dante’s.It appeared Amo seemed to be more amused than Leo, however, by the smirk on his face. Thankfully, Dante wasn’t in sight—
Well, shit.
Hearing someone on the steps had her head turning to see Dante gracefully descending. Oh, how she wished she didn’t find him so attractive, but he was quickly becoming her weakness.
When he simply walked by her without so much as a glance, she tried not to feel hurt. Why would she care if he looked at her, anyway?
Amo sat at the inside bar, unable to contain his smile. “Nice shir—”
Whack!
Dante smacked the back of his soldier’s head, stopping Nadia from being able to hear what he was going to say.
“Oh, and he isnottwenty-one,” Dante told the male bartender, who had just poured whiskey into a crystal glass that sat in front of Amo.
When he watched his boss take the glass for himself, Amo frowned, his eyes immediately going to Nadia.
Nadia smirked maybe a bit too evilly at the big buffoon’s clear embarrassment now that her suspicion of him not being old enough to drink had been proven. All young adults wanted to be was old enough to legally drink, and they didn’t know yet that being able to buy your own alcohol wasn’t as great as it seemed.
“Of course, sir. Sorry about that,” the bartender, named Max, said as he lowered his head apologetically.
“And my son isn’t old enough to drink, either,” Dante warned in case Leo had any ideas, too.
Leo appeared unbothered and didn’t seem like he was the least bit upset, like Amo had been.
She walked up to the bar. The smirk hadn’t left her face as she stopped next to the sullen bodyguard. “I’ll have a drink, however.”
“What would you like?” Max asked from behind the bar.
“A glass of red wine would be fine, thank you.” Nadia wasn’t much of a drinker, but every now and then, she and Haley did enjoy a glass of wine with dinner.
You could practically hear the rolling of Amo’s eyes as he swiveled on the chair and got up. “Shocker …” he mumbled under his breath for only himself to hear. It was apparent he thought her drink choice matched her “uptight” persona.
“Would you like a particular—”
“Surprise me,” she answered, cutting him off. The only thing she knew about wine was that she liked it, even if it came out of a box, and she wasn’t about to embarrass herself pretending she knew anything about wine in front of Dante Caruso.
“Dinner’s ready!” Lila announced.
Just in time.
