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I wouldn’t, but there was no harm in telling a little white lie.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ARIANNA
Ihustled enough that it took me exactly ten minutes to reach the building. The gloomy dark sky above thundered, threatening showers at any second.
Inhaling deeply, I walked inside the building, through the dimly lit hallways, until I reached the room where I found him.
He was dressed in a three-piece suit, looking very much like the mafia boss he’d become one day. I swallowed, remembering how perfect his abs were. Although his face wasn’t any less perfect. But it was so much more than just that.
Everything about him called to me.
I’d known Matteo almost my whole life, and it was strange to feel all these butterflies fluttering in the pit of my stomach and trembling in my chest.
A loud metal clunk yanked me out of my sentimental momentum. It was only then I noticed a portable mini-kitchen that certainly didn’t belong in the planetarium. Matteo was moving efficiently around it, arranging ingredients all over the counter.
My thoughts drifted away as I made my way into the room.
“What’s all this?”
Matteo turned to lean against the counter, looking at me with a big smile. “We’re having a date night.”
“Kind of late for a date, no?” I strode toward him, and he watched every step I took.
His big hand came around my waist and he pulled me into him, my breasts pressed against his abs.
“It would have been a dinner date if I hadn’t been searching for Eric and Simon,” he mused.
I snorted, then burst out laughing. “You seriously need to get up to speed with fiction.”
His hand roamed down my body, over my hips, then to my ass. “This will be hard.”
I tilted my head back slightly, watching his beautiful face. “What will?”
“Baking with you.”
“So that’s what we’re doing on our first date? Baking?”
“Baking, dancing…” I frowned, but before I could ask a question, he pushed a button on a remote that sat next to him and a loud noise above us had me looking up. “Then I’ll eat your pussy under the stars.”
My cheeks heated.
“Matteo—” To my surprise, the dome above us started moving, each tile folding over until it disappeared altogether. “What? How? What?”
“It was my little contribution to the project.”
His gaze burned into me and I lowered my eyes to him. “And what do you plan on doing to me tonight?”
A small smile touched his lips. “Tonight we’re having a date.”
“Will it end with us… together?”
He watched me with a half-lidded stare that conveyed so much yet not enough. “Not necessarily.”
My lips pushed forward in an exaggerated pout. “Don’t tell me you’ll make me wait after putting a school-wide ban on me.”
Surprise flashed across his face. “How—who told you about that?”
