Riding Dirty: Luciotti Crime Family (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) - Kara Hart Page 0,18
on. He’s some creep that almost hit me the other day on the road. He’s been stalking me ever since.” I shouldn’t have used such harsh words, but I wanted to make it clear that I had no intention of being with that jerk. The fantasies were just fantasies. It was normal for a woman to have them, right? Er, I hoped so, at least.
“Stalking you? I didn’t realize smiling and laughing at your stalker will get them to stop following you,” he sarcastically replied. Was every guy this annoying?
“The customer is always right,” I said. “Besides, this is his last day here. He’s a visitor. A tourist.” A tourist? That word sounded so funny when it came out of my mouth, that I almost immediately apologized for using it. Him, a tourist? Yeah, we got a lot of hardened men coming to Monroe by themselves for the view. Give me a break, Dahlia.
“Sure. Whatever you say. All I'm saying is be careful. He doesn't really look like the type of guy who lives a normal, safe and secure lifestyle.” He began rolling the dough up into crescent-shaped formations. I knew he was just watching out for me.
After some time, he finished Lucas’s dish. “Order up.” Joel winked at me, setting down the omelette on the counter for me. “Be careful.” He mouthed at me. I rolled my eyes back and pretended like I was being strangled.
I walked over to Lucas and set his omelet on the table. “Thanks, Dahlia. Looks delicious as always.” I stood there, standing on the balls of my feet.
Finally, after mulling it over a bit, I spat out what I had to ask. “Should I be worried?” I suddenly said, feeling ashamed I had even asked the question.
“Everyone should be worried,” he said with a straight face. “But I’m assuming you need to worry less than most people.” He shrugged.
“No, I mean, should I be worried about you? Are you, like, stalking me?” I asked, feeling my voice rise up until it barely squeaked out. I hated confrontations, especially ones like this. But I thought maybe it would be wise to lay ground rules down before he came back next week.
He burst into laughter, pounding his fist down on the table. The few customers that were inside looked up at us and I embarrassingly took a step back to hide from their gazes. I knew behind me, Joel shook his head at me, but I didn't care much about what he thought.
“Worried about me? Lady, you're not on my list. I think you're nice. Feisty too. I like that in a woman,” he said, taking a big sip of his latte. “You make a good drink too.”
“Okay. But you have a list?” I asked him, looking out of my peripherals, trying to gauge whether people were still staring or not.
He suddenly stood up from his seat and gripped his palm around my waist. He brought me in close until I could practically feel his lips against mine.
“Maybe you should be worried about me. I look like a risk don't I?”
I slowly nodded my head, feeling my body tense up. He trailed his fingers from my waist down to my ass. He squeezed my right cheek lightly. I felt a sense of pressure swell up inside of me, like a balloon that was about to burst. I had the sudden urge to pull up my dress right then and there, while he wrapped his burly mouth around my soaked panties.
“I know you want me,” he said. “Don't shake your head. Don't do anything, dammit. Just look into my eyes. I know you need me,” he said, staring into my own eyes. His pupils had a fire to them, and an air of mystery that drew me to the flames.
He said “I'll make you mine. Soon enough.” He ran one finger across the lining of my panties. I was dripping wet and shaking. Oh God, what is happening? Is this a dream? I thought. But it was all too real and in the moment.
“Don't you dare nod,” he whispered. He took his lips and lightly pressed them against mine. His beard rubbed against my cheeks and he slowly bit down against my lower lip, pulling back. Then he let go. “See you soon, Dahlia.”
He didn't even stay for his omelet. He simply walked outside, pulled a cigarette out of his pack, and walked away from the café never looking back. “Fuck me,” I whispered to myself.