Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” she asks. I blink, realizing that I’m still staring at her. Say something before you regret it, I tell myself.
Every fiber of my being wants to meet this women. I want to own her and that’s an entirely new feeling for me.
THREE
ANA
He is sexy as hell, but he looks a bit out of place in his suit. Kind of like you would imagine a roast stuffed into a hotdog bun. But god does he make it look good. Did I mention he smells delicious? I mean like a clean-shaven, full-grown man with a hint of musk and wood. Yeah. He smells like a good time. Must be why I am sitting here drooling over him like an idiot.
“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” I ask.
“Go ahead.” His voice is like Zeus. It booms right through me straight into my clit. I swear when he walked into the station, head high and his thick thighs, strutting to the counter like he owned it, I almost came right then. “Gorgeous, did you hear me?” Holy shit Ana, snap out of it. He is talking to you. I see his hand pointed at the chair. He moves over a bit even though I would rather be plastered to him. He has to unbutton his jacket in order to get comfortable, and sticks out his hand. “I am Ticiano Valladares.” It takes me a second to shake it.
“I’m Ana. Ana Esposito.” I look into his eyes, but I see no recognition that he knows who I am.
“It is an extreme pleasure to meet you, Ana. Extreme pleasure.” What an accurately interesting description since all I can think of is riding his face doing 69 while he chokes me on his cock. Damn it, Ana, stop it. You have more things to worry about than losing your V-card. “Ana.” He says my name like hot butter on a sweet roll. Shoot. Focus.
“Uh, I’m sorry. What?” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“I asked what you are in here for?” Shame overtakes me at having to tell him what I did.
“You first. What did you do?” Maybe we will be so wrapped up in what he did, that he will forget he asked me.
“I did nothing. I am applying for a liquor license for a new club I am opening up.” Then a lightbulb goes off.
“Oh wait. Are you talking about club V? The new one on Ocean Drive?”
“Yes. That is the one.” It looks swanky from the street. I remember driving past it thinking whoever owns it must be loaded. Guess I was right. Evidenced by the too small Givenchy suit.
“That’s cool. When will it be ready to open?”
“Two weeks. If they stop giving me bullshit about the liquor zoning.” Sounds like them. “Now, back to my question. Why are you here?” Damn. Almost. Oh well. Fantasy over.
“Breaking and entering,” I say it real fast, like he won’t hear it. His eyes get huge and then I see disbelief. That quickly turns my infatuation into irritation.
“You have got to be shitting me. Right? You, breaking and entering?”
“Yes. I broke into the house of someone who might have valuable information,” I mutter the final part. “I just misjudged his security.” My face heats up admitting that out loud.
“Valladares.” I hear his name called and he looks at me before getting up.
“I will be seeing you, Ana.” He says it so resolutely and bossy that it makes me feel bratty enough to respond.
“Not if I don’t want you too.” He throws his head back in laughter before walking over to the desk. Damn it. Why is his laugh so damn sexy? I definitely need to stay away from him.
FOUR
TICIANO
For the better part of an hour after leaving the police station, I wonder over where I’ve heard her name before then it hits me. She’s a part of the DeSantis Crime Family. Around here, they are spoken about in hushed, revered tones, but they are talked about none the less. Every ranking man in that family was killed four, almost five months ago. It freaked everybody out, thinking we could be next, but nothing ever happened. Everything went back to business as usual, except now, the DeSantis were being run by a woman, the daughter of the fallen Don. No one expected them to rise up from the ashes, well on their way to being stronger than their fathers, but they did. Had anyone thought it, I doubt their rivals would have left anyone alive.
As I’ve been thinking Ana, my God, just the sound of her name in my fucking head, has me rock hard. Worse than a fucking teenager. Thinking about her has proven to be a fool thing to do. After I got the license finally signed, I turned back to talk to her again, but she was gone. Pissed and flustered, I left the station, but she never left my mind for a single second.