Page 12 of Adore Me
Desperately, I needed sex.
"Hi, I am Anne, and this is Savannah." Thank the fucking lucky stars that Anne had her shit together.
"It’s nice to meet you. Have you ordered yet?" He looked at me and then back to Anne.
As if it were planned, Johnny came out of the kitchen with a lunch spread. "Here you are. It’s on the house," he set the tray on the table and looked at Alphonse. "Hello. Haven't seen you in a while. How is... Amber?"
Alphonse smiled a cheeky smile and then winked at me. I could just imagine my face right now. No doubt in my mind that is at least six shades of dark red.
"We haven't been together in a long time. You know, politics and everything."
Of course! Of course, he would be a part of that world. My mind clicked back on and I was ready for business. I had enough on my plate with another man that is a part ofthat world.
In the end of our lunch, we were hired by Alphonse and he said he will recommend us to his friends. So, in the end it was a pretty successful meeting.
Chapter 11
We worked the whole day working through the piles and managed to create a hole in them. One of the good things about being connected to Vincent and his friends, is that we got a few new clients today. A rather productive Monday.
"Savannah Cavanaugh," I answered my ringing phone.
"Hello, I am Carlo Hutchinson. I received a recommendation for you and Mrs. Rossi from Vincent. I am in the market for a Manhattan penthouse. Do you guys have any appointments available?" The voice was heavily accented, and I couldn't place it, but I know it’s not Italian.
I felt like I could swallow my tongue. Now, I feel awful for being cold to Vincent because he obviously cares so much about me to promote my business even when I am a cold-hearted bitch. "For today?"
"Yes."
My mouth and brain were having an issue with communication. Carlo cleared his throat and brought me back to reality. "Come in at any time."
About three hours later, it was four and a tall, handsome man came through the door. What a complete shocker. He is Italian, looks as if my accent radar needs to be re-tuned. Ha ha. Dark and dangerous. Just my type. I peeled my eyes off of his sparkling white teeth and stopped myself from drooling.
What is it with today? Is its hot guy day? I have a feeling I am just horny and need to get some. Maybe that is why I want to tackle Carlo to the ground.
Luckily for me, I kept my hormones in check through the meeting and acted as if I, in fact, were professional. Inside, my thoughts were nothing professional and I contemplated sneaking off to the bathroom to touch myself.
There was something about today that just made me... I don't even know how to explain it. Feel, I guess is a word to describe it. I was feeling a lot of things that surfaced throughout my day. One thing for sure is that I am head over heels in love with Vincent.
So, what if my checking out some of his counterparts helped me remember? It wasn't as if I pushed my skirt up and bent over the desk. Wait... That is not a bad idea. Mm.
After he left, I took a deep breath and then refocused my attention on the mysterious night. "Hey, do you know what is happening tonight?"
Anne shrugged and then looked down at her nail beds. "All I know is that I need to leave early and get ready for some fancy event."
Chapter 12
Vincent
I watched as Savannah left to go for work. This whole break up thing is ridiculous, and I have had enough of it and she will just have to deal with it because I am not giving her up.
All of the officials are in my den to discuss a stool pigeon. Manuel has flipped and thinks that we don't know that he did this. I have tracked him for the past few weeks and have noticed that he has been stopping by the Feds and is in the bureau for too long.
Sal isn't the one to be played with and he was the one who pulled his cell phone bill. Manuel isn't very smart since he is using his cell phone to call the Feds. He ordered John and I to follow him and we caught him doing several things that are againstomerta.
"Well, he can't come to tonight's function because if he is a rat then I don't want anything said tonight to report back," Krosilo says and chugs his Starbucks. "All we need is for that fucker to spill what he learns about our new status."
Johnny rubbed his beard and ran his finger over his bottom lip. "We need to whack him off and it can't be messy. Manuel can't be trusted anymore and his association with us has been severed. He will no longer receive protection from ourBorgata."
Me being the enforcer, the dirty work will fall on me. "Are we going to give him a call in? Because if he is working with the Feds then he probably thinks he is protected and won't show up." We did a stint like this before and waited an hour before we just went to their house and off'd him while he ate dinner.
