We spent the next day sightseeing. Enzo grudgingly let me drag him through Times Square. We took silly selfies in the M&M's store and posed with the Hard Rock Café giant guitar. He was patient and slightly amused by how excited I was. Then we headed to Central Park and Enzo had completely surprised me by suggesting we take one of the horse-drawn carriages. It was so romantic, cuddled up beside my dark and brooding bad boy as we explored the gorgeous landscape.
We had dinner reservations later, but Enzo was keeping quiet about the details.
“Well, do I need to dress up or go casual?” I asked.
“Maybe avoid the t-shirts, yeah?” His eyes dropped to my ‘Ah! the element of surprise’ shirt.
“There’s nothing wrong with my t-shirt.” I pouted. It looked killer teamed with my skirt, stockings, boots, and brand-new leather jacket. It had been a gift from Enzo. He said his badass girlfriend needed a badass jacket.
I loved it.
“You’d look better with it tied around your wrists while I—” He leaned in, whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. My soft laughter filled the air as we walked the scenic route back to our hotel.
“You’ll need to wear something warm.”
I nestled into his side and grinned up at him. “But I have you to keep me warm.”
Enzo raked his teeth over my earlobe sending bolts of pleasure rippling through me. “Maybe I should cancel our reservations tonight and eat you instead.”
“You are so bad.”
His lips curved in a smug smirk. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it.”
“Holy shit, for real?” I stared up at Edge, the highest outside sky deck in the Western Hemisphere. I’d wanted so badly to get tickets, but when I’d looked into it, it was fully booked.
“But how?”
“I have my ways.”
It was late. We’d gotten back to the hotel suite and spent hours wrapped up in each other. Enzo didn’t seem in a rush to make our dinner reservations and I was all too happy to enjoy him and our ridiculously swanky suite.
My stomach grumbled. “Maybe we should have grabbed something to eat first.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
Oh, I did. But I was pretty sure Edge didn’t serve food.
We rode the elevator to the hundredth floor. It was so fast there wasn’t even time to fool around, but Enzo couldn’t resist smacking my ass as I stepped out ahead of him.
“Mr. Marchetti, Miss Abato, welcome to Edge.” A host in a three-piece black suit greeted us.
I glanced at Enzo and he smirked.
“We are very honored you chose to dine with us tonight.”
“Dine?” I mouthed at my smug looking boyfriend.
“I told you to trust me.”
The host led us into the observation room where a server was waiting with a tray of champagne. “Welcome to Edge,” she said.
“Thank you.” My heart fluttered wildly in my chest. I was used to being with Enzo now. He and his family were well-known all over Rhode Island. But New York? I hadn’t expected such treatment.
“We have the place all to ourselves?” I whispered to Enzo, quickly realizing we were the only people not in uniform.
“Just you and me, Gattina. Come on.” His hand slipped to the small of my back urging me closer to the huge glass window. The view was incredible; so much so I inhaled a sharp breath.
“It’s something, huh?” The host said.
“It really is.” I couldn’t stop smiling. This was so freaking romantic, and so out of character for my brooding bad boy.
“Dinner will be served shortly. We thought you might like to take in the view first.”
“That would be great,” I said. “Thank you.”
He led us to the doors leading onto the observation deck. Enzo took my hand and moved ahead of me, leading me to the Eastern point. He pulled me around to his front and banded his arms around my waist, dropping his chin on my shoulder as we stared at the city lights. “What do you think?”
“I love it, thank you.”
“I knew how badly you wanted to come up here, so I made a few calls.”
“I can’t believe you did all this for me. It’s perfect.” A ball of emotion lodged in my throat.
“There isn’t much I wouldn’t do you for you, Gattina, you know that, right?”
“I know.”
“I may not always be able to tell you what I’m feeling or thinking, but I’ll always try, Nora. I want you to know that.”