Page 28 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
His hand on the back of my chair stills me. “Absolutely not. I could’ve said something at the bridge, but I didn’t because I want to spend the evening with you. Besides, this kind of experience has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember. So, no, we will not be going before the good chef can amaze us.”
It’s my turn to squirm in my chair.I want to spend the evening with you.I know he doesn’t mean it sexually, but my brain isn’t cooperating.
I’d love to say I’m completely reasonable in all things related to Luca Stefano, but that would be a lie from top to bottom. Ever since Mads said he’d burn down the world for me, it’s all I can think of.
I know this for certain: he’d move heaven and earth to keep me safe, and I don’t imagine he’d care about the number of bodies it took to make it happen. That shouldnotturn me on, but it does.
Itsodoes.
I scoot a little closer to him, leaning against his shoulder, reveling in his heat. The way he smells and holds himself makes my perfectly tailored crushed velvet pants tight.
“Now, if you wanted to leave for other reasons…I’m completely on board with that,” he says out the side of his mouth, smooth as silk.
I inhale sharply and sit up straight. His invitation, while a joke, makes me want to scramble to my feet and drag him to the door.
I can honestly say I’ve never felt that way about anyone.
“Oh, little bird. That flush on your cheeks is so pretty,” Luca says, leaning back against me, the backs of his fingers drifting along my cheekbone.
“Get a fucking room,” Fallon barks out, his voice stilling the conversations around us.
The slur in his voice makes me think he pregamed before coming here. Luca straightens his tie before arching a brow in Fallon’s direction.
“Apologies for disturbing your delicate sensibilities. We’ll make sure to keep it PG from here on out.”
Luca’s every word is perfectly pointed, and if Fallon’s mouth quiets the room, Luca’s soft words silence it. Fallon swallows thickly and shuts his mouth.
Cesar turns, seemingly confused by the quiet, the amuse-bouche trays in his talented hands. Thankfully, he provides the perfect distraction, explaining the fifteen ingredients in this one-bite appetizer. He jokes back and forth with Luca for the rest of the night, always serving us last so when he explains the food, he’s right there with us.
None of this goes unnoticed by Fallon. We’ve been asked to keep our phones silent and out of sight, but he’s taken pictures of each course, probably for his Insta account.
“Sir, I’ve already asked you to stop taking pictures,” Cesar says, annoyance creeping into his tone.
“I have fifty thousand followers. This is good for your brand.”
“With respect, sir, I have three million followers and a professional photographer for all my meals. I don’t need your poorly lit smartphone pics to help with my social media following.”
Luca snorts into his fist as the conversations around us start up again. “This is the best night ever.”
I can’t help the laugh that falls from my lips. Fallon opens his mouth to say something, but Luca shifts behind me, and Fallon snaps his mouth shut.
“What did you just do?” I whisper, grabbing his lapel.
Luca looks down at my hand and his chest rises. “There’s a lot I can do with a simple look, little bird.”
“Yeah? Show me.”
He lowers his chin and looks up at me through his brows. I let out a slow, unsteady breath and my cock thickens.
“Jesus, Luca. You look like a serial killer when you do that.”
“You should see Hopper do the look. Givesmechills.”
I smack his shoulder and laugh. He laughs with me…until he’s not laughing anymore. The spark of happiness in his eyes fades to a dull brown and his lush mouth thins into a flat line.
I laugh again. “Jesus, Luca. That’s even scarier.”
“Ford, shut the fuck up. Sit back.”
