felt when I looked at Lilly.
Attraction has me wanting her. I want to see her again. I want to taste her again and there’s only one way to make that happen.
The desire that has enticed me is the kind I should overlook if only for tonight. I need to get back out on the street and do my best to find Falcone.
But what if I just had one more taste of this girl.
One time… just once with the angel and I’ll leave.
I was the first to taste her.
I should be the first to take her.
I’m a man who always gets what he wants, even if it’s to explore this thing I’m calling curiosity.
Chapter Seven
Lilly
He paid ten thousand dollars this time.
Christian Giordano has booked me again and he’s paid ten thousand dollars to spend the night with me.
I’m making my way to his suite and I don’t know what unnerves me more. The fact that he paid to see me again, or that moment we shared while I was dancing.
He looked at me like he could see straight through me. Right through to my soul and saw the girl inside screaming for help.
He caught me off guard as the music was ending and worry returned to my mind. Worry of what the night would bring and sadness over what I’d become.
I looked at him and the pull of attraction held me in place. Then I remembered who he was. A mobster of the same variety as Miguel?
I don’t know.
I’ve seen him twice now and I haven’t sensed that dark vibe about him that should warn me to stay far away. It was me who had to remind myself that he’s supposed to be the kind of man I should run away from. A man who will never be my savior in this hell.
Now look at me, Enroute to his room. Ten thousand dollars richer. In just two nights I’ve made fifteen grand from this man. Money I should be rejoicing over because I’m looking at one hell of a paycheck at the end of the exhibition.
It’s money that will change mine and Rosie’s life. If I continue like this, I’ll achieve my goal and be the mother my baby deserves.
So why am I not rejoicing?
I’m attracted to him. That’s why. I won’t even try to deny it. He’s the first man since Miguel that I’ve allowed myself to be attracted to. That’s a big deal for me.
Ahead I can see the door is open, just like last night.
I walk in and the breeze blows through the window lifting the white chiffon curtains.
The light is turned down to a soft ambient glow. As I walk further in, I see him. The breathtaking sight makes me stop and my heart skip a beat. He’s wearing similar clothes to last night and he’s equally as gorgeous. His hair is slightly ruffled with that just got out of bed sexy look and the five o’clock shadow gracing his cheeks gives him a rugged edge that makes my mouth water.
Leaning against the wall, he smokes a cigar, slinking it to the side of his mouth when he sees me. That predatory smile greets me when he takes out the cigar and my nerves tingle.
“Hello Lilly St. James,” he says and those eyes of his drink me in.
“Hello,” I answer and a deep chuckle rumbles within the walls of his chest.
“We meet again,” he muses and puts out the cigar.
“We have.”
I want to mention the money, but I hold my tongue. I keep my silence, knowing not to talk about that. Not only is it against club policy because it ruins the fantasy, but I know of my own accord that it shouldn’t be mentioned. Paying for sex isn’t normally something people talk about on the regular.
It’s no different here.
He walks up to me and circles me slowly, eyes on me burning everywhere they touch.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a man with such a powerful presence, who could have such an effect on me with just the way he looks at me.
He stops behind me and comes close to my ear. My nerves stand on end and my pulse races.
“You’re afraid of me,” he notes, and I turn to look at him. He’s too close, so close his lips are inches away from mine.
I attempt to shake my head. “No,” I lie, and I think he knows it for a lie.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me… Lilly,” he says lingering on the last syllable