Page 23 of Christmas with the Mafia
“I–”
Nico cuts me off. “We will order food to be delivered. Regina will not be leaving my side tonight.”
Alyssia shakes her head, a faint smile on her lips, and as she turns to Trent and whispers something in his ear, I notice his hand grips her knee a little harder.
True to his word, Nico orders enough food to feed half of the ballroom, and as I sample the most amazing cuisine, I am desperate to film it for my vlog.
I lean across and whisper, “I don’t suppose I can film this food for my business.”
“No, you cannot.”
His response is abrupt, and I take a moment to process that before trying again.
“I mean, I wouldn’t get anyone’s face in the picture. Just the food.”
“No filming.”
He turns to speak to one of hissecurity guards, and I stare at the food, wondering what’s so bad about filming it. I’m guessing it wouldn’t look good on him, and I kind of understand that. Obviously, he’s a powerful man, and his companion filming the food would lower his position, so I force down my disappointment and select another canapé instead.
Alyssia is now fully concentrating on Trent, who is focusing half of his attention on her and the other half on business. Nico, however, is now firmly focused on business, and the endless stream of visitors to our table makes for a very boring evening.
I want to call Quincy so badly, and during a break in visitors, I whisper, “Can I call my friend? She will be expecting it because she’s my ride home tonight.”
“You have a room, so there is no need to return home.”
“Since when?”
My eyes widen, and he says in his deep, sexy voice, “The penthouse. There is no need to leave this building tonight.”
“Really?” My face must light up because his expression softens and he whispers in my ear, “I want to kiss you so badly but it would be bad for my image.”
“What if I kiss you?” I whisper back, and he chuckles softly.
“That wouldn’t be so bad.”
This time, I reach out and cup his face between my hands and kiss him. Softly, lingering and deliciously decadent and as my tongue searches for his, a small moan of pleasure escapes me. I am delirious with desire for this man, and I can’t believe how much I’ve changed. I didn’t want to kiss Connor, not like this, and if anything, he is right. We were more like friends than lovers. To be honest, I can’tremember the last time we did have sex. That is how memorable it was.
Wait—why am I thinking about sex already?
You were from the moment you met him.
My inner voice reminds me that, for some reason, some men invoke that reaction with just one look at them.
Nico is that man. The one women drool over as they consume coffee and cake. The untouchable superstar that is in every woman’s dreams but not their reality. Is it any wonder I am now a super slut where he is concerned, and now we have a room for the night, I’m not wasting a moment of it.
We are interrupted by yet another visitor, and as he turns his attention to them, I slip my phone out of my purse, intending on calling Quincy. My finger hovers over FaceTime, and with a sigh, I dash out a text instead.
Change of plan. I have a room here tonight. The freaking penthouse, no less.
She messages back almost instantly.
With him?
I don’t know about that, but he’s offered it to me. Can Aston pick me up after breakfast?
Of course. You are a lucky bitch, Reggie. I want photos, details and videos. You owe me.
Consider it done
