Page 36 of Capone
“When it comes to you? Yes.”
Giovanna gulped just as Sara came walking out, holding a serving tray. She set the appetizers down and asked us if there was anything else we might need before going back inside.
As we ate, we talked about our childhoods. I still hadn’t told her the full truth of who I was. A part of me felt it wasn’t worth mentioning. I had done a lot to distance myself from that life.As far as I was concerned, I had no attachments to my father’s organization.
But deep down, I knew I had to tell Giovanna, eventually. It would be dishonest of me to withhold that kind of information.
As we finished up our appetizers, Giovanna took her napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. “That had to be the best bruschetta I’ve ever had. My mom would kill me if she heard me say that.”
“Sara and Cara are a mix of all trades. One second, they can be kicking someone’s ass and the next, they’re Susie Homemaker.”
“I saw that last night when we were cooking dinner. They mentioned that before they started offering security services through their company that they ran two of the restaurants the club owns.”
I had almost forgotten I was supposed to be telling her about the club offer. I was so wrapped up in just enjoying her company. “I’m glad you mentioned that. The club wanted me to talk to you.”
A nervous expression overcame her face. “Talk to me about what?”
“About opening a bakery.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?” she asked gleefully.
“Yes. Your desserts were a hit last night. All the brothers were singing your praises in church today, no pun intended.”
“Would the club own the bakery?”
“No. We would be silent partners, only owning a small portion of the bakery. If there ever came a time where you wanted to fully own the bakery, you could draw up the paperwork and buy us out.”
She sat there silently, mulling over my words. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course. There’s no pressure.”
Sara came out shortly after and served us dinner. She made us caprese-stuffed chicken, with garlic and feta mashed potatoes, parmesan-roasted green beans, and garlic bread.
Over the course of dinner, I thoroughly enjoyed my alone time with her. Normally, by now, I would be bored with a woman. By the time we finished our dessert, I wasn’t ready to let her go. So, after Sara left, I decided to take her inside.
I turned on my stereo and played “Best Part” by H.E.R.I knew she was obsessed with her music. Anytime she was getting ready in the bathroom, she would always play her music.
“Dance with me, Sugar?” I held my hand out to her.
Placing her tiny hand in mine, she allowed me to lead her to the middle of my living room. I pulled her body flush against mine, slowly swaying to the beat. Her head rested against my chest as her body fully relaxed, allowing me to lead us. After a moment of silence, she pulled her head away from my chest to look up at me in wonderment.
“I know I asked this before, but seriously, where the hell did you come from? Like, how the hell are you even still single?” she asked, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Placing my hand on her lower back, I brought her even closer to me. “That’s what you’re not getting, Sugar. This version of me doesn’t exist with anyone else because I was only made foryou.”
Silently, she stared up at me, searching my eyes for the truth. I held her stare, wanting her to see just how I truly felt about her. After a few minutes, she pulled my head down and kissed me with her soft plump lips.
Parting her lips, she granted me access to slip my tongue inside. Her tiny moans egged me on. I had no plans on fucking Giovanna tonight. I wanted this date to be a testament on where I wanted this relationship to go. All my plans were slowly being dismantled as her tongue wrestled with mine. Her softwhimpers were like a plea for me to take her in only the way I could.
Her fingers clutched my shirt, holding on tight as I tangled my hand in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper. When she sucked my tongue with urgency, I broke the kiss with a groan.
“Fuck, Sugar. I’m trying to be good.”
“Don’t be.” She placed a hand on the back of my neck, bringing my lips back down to hers.
Swiftly, I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. I walked us toward my bedroom, clutching her ass, never breaking the kiss.
I told myself I would indulge in a little kissing and that would be it. But once I tasted her addicting flavor on my tongue, my mind had a one-track train of thought. She tasted like fuckin’ honey just like she smelled, and I was willing to bet her lips wouldn’t be the only intoxicating thing about her.
