Page 30 of Game of Love
That was what she was. Off limits to me and I needed to keep that at the forefront of my damn mind.
“Nothing to elaborate on,” I answered when he intensified his stare.
He frowned. “The woman is hot. Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t think so. Your face the other night said different.”
Didn’t matter what my damn face looked like, she was off limits.
“Wes, drop it. Seriously, what do you think is gonna happen? I need to focus on her father.” I nodded and he pressed his lips together.
This was hard enough as it was. No point making it harder.
I knew just how hard this job could get in the sense that I might have to kill Giovanni.
I might have to kill her father and I’d already gotten more involved than I would have wanted to by showing her compassion.
I read people very well and I could see she cared deeply for him. Even though she also saw he was a cold-hearted sadistic son of a bitch.
Love always complicated things.
I got to The Grand Marchesi and was searched on entry.
Once the guards were satisfied I wasn’t carrying anything and I wasn’t any kind of threat, I was taken up to a meeting room on the tenth floor. The floor above the casino.
The room held a view of the casino through the floor to ceiling glass wall.
Great view for sure, except the woman in the room was a much better view.
Jia Marchesi wore red tonight.
Blood red. The dress she had on looked more businesslike than last night’s dress of seduction. Tonight’s dress still clung to that body of hers all the same, like it was painted on her.
With her hair pulled back into a ponytail all the attention was drawn to her high exotic cheekbones and the fan of thick black lashes cast a shadow over them as she looked me over.
The men left me inside with her and quite honestly I was a little thrown by her presence. Didn’t expect to see her at all.
She straightened up and I noticed the tray on the table with the teapot, teabags, and sachets of sugar set out invitingly.
“My father likes to have tea at this time before a meeting,” she explained.
“Really?” It was hard to imagine a man like Giovanni sitting down to drink tea.
“Yeah. It’s Earl Grey. He asked me to bring enough for you too, in case you wanted some.” She kept eye contact with me the whole time she spoke. It was a sign of confidence.
I knew I shouldn’t like that but I did.
“I’m not a tea drinker,” I replied.
The corners of her full red glossy lips tipped with the beginning of a smile. “Okay. What do you drink?”
I didn’t miss the spark of curiosity in her eyes.
“Water.”
“That’s good. People should drink more water.” She bit back a smile.
I walked closer to the table, shrugged out of my jacket and set it on the back of the chair.
She continued to watch me, observing. “Do you really play golf?” she asked.
