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“Excuse me?” Santo’s head lifts, eyes sharp again at me.
Vasilisa gives me a sheepish little smile. “Santo, don’t look at her too long, she’s like… some Amazonian goddess or something.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “Dea, I only have eyes for you.”
My eyes meet Angelo’s and he shrugs.
That bastard shrugs. Heletme spiral. Let me think she was some other woman. Let meburn.
I glare at him.
And he just sits and leans back in his chair like it’s the best moment of his week.
***
Dinner should be easy. We’ll eat, then renegotiate terms. I swallow the embarrassment from this afternoon.
I wasn’t jealous.
I was angry. Right?
The injustice of the possibility of being cheated on when I don’t even want this marriage made me furious.
That’s normal.
It has to be.
I leave my room for the kitchen, but he’s on the couch, a box of pizza on the coffee table. He looks up as I enter.
“Ready?” he asks his eyes softer than usual.
A chill creeps up my spine.
I don’t like this.
The couch looks soft, the light too warm. Like a lion’s den made for lulling prey.
All of this screams trap.
I swallow, trying to maintain my composure as I slowly walk towards the opposite couch. “Pizza?”
“Why not?”
His eyes follow me as I sit across from him.
I grab a plate and a slice.
“Alright, pizza and negotiations.”
He leans back against the couch, watching me like I’m both the opponent and the prize.
I clear my throat.
“I drafted an amendment,” I begin, pulling out a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of my jeans and setting it on the table between us.
Angelo doesn’t move. Just raises a brow. “You brought paperwork to pizza night?”
“This isn’t pizza night. This was suppose to be dinner and a contract conversation.”
