“What’ll it be, gentlemen?” He slung his arm over my shoulder, guiding us to a booth in the roped off VIP section. A couple of guys gave us the once over but soon dropped their gazes when they realized who we were.
I dropped down on the plush leather bench.
“I’ll have one of my best girls come take your order. First round is on the house. Whatever you want… pussy, blow… dick…” His brow lifted with mild amusement. “I’ll provide it.” Zander snapped his fingers. “Gisele, get over here and keep my friends company.” He glanced back at us. “Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.”
The second he was out of earshot, I said, “I really don’t like that guy.”
“But the whisky is good, and the pussy is tight, my friend.” Gino clapped me on the back. “Check out the redhead. Wouldn’t mind me a little one on one time with her.” He flicked his eyes over to the stage where one of Zander’s girls was working the pole. She had legs for miles as she swung herself around it, performing some mesmerizing moves while her ample rack jiggled into the tiny little bra she wore.
“I’m more of a blonde hair, fake tits kind of man,” one of Gino’s guys said.
“Marc, you wouldn’t know good pussy if it landed on your dick primed and ready to go.”
“Fuck you, coglioni, fuck you.” He flipped Gino off. “Hey, Enzo, back me up… redhead with a small handful, or blonde and busty?”
There had been a time I would have said blonde and busty. But all I saw now was a petite brunette with big doe eyes, pouty lips, and a smile that could bring a guy to his damn knees.
“My bad, man. If you like dick, that’s all good—”
“Cazzo si,” I tsked. “I like pussy as much as the next guy.”
“Shit, bet you still can’t believe Nicco went and got himself married?”
Thankfully, Gisele chose that exact moment to come and take our drink order. “What’ll it be, gentlemen?” she said.
“Beers all round?” Gino answered.
“Nah, I’ll take a whisky on the rocks. The top shelf stuff.”
“Anything else?” She batted her eyelashes at me. She was exactly the kind of girl we’d just been discussing. Bottle blonde. Fake tits. Small waist and a pert, round ass. She had a body made for sin and lips made for sucking… and I didn’t feel a damn thing.
Fuck.
I was broken. My dick protesting at the fact I’d drawn a line on anymore one on one time with Nora.
“Cat got your tongue or something?” Marc kicked my boot under the table, and I jerked out of my reverie.
“Huh, what?”
The guys chuckled, but I wasn’t laughing. I was still stuck on the part where a hot girl was offering me so much more than just top shelf whisky, and I was too busy comparing her to the dark-haired girl I needed to get the fuck out of my system.
Chapter 8
Nora
“Nora.” Luca flashed me a blinding smile. “Fancy seeing you this morning.” His eyes dipped to my chest, and I chuckled.
“No boo bees t-shirt today, sorry to disappoint.” Heat flashed through me. Luca’s gaze seemed innocent enough, but I was only human, and the guy was a snack.
“You’re leaving for work?”
“I am.” He nodded. “Walk you out?”
“Sure. Although if I don’t get a move on, I’m going to be late.”
Of course, the one morning I could have done with Maurice being around, he was taking a personal day. I usually enjoyed the walk to campus, but I was going to be late, on the first day of semester no less.
“I can give you a ride?” Luca said.
“For real? I don’t want you to go out of your way.”
“It’s no problem, I’m going right past the college.”
“Oh okay. Well, if you don’t mind?”
“Nora,” he chuckled, flashing me another blinding smile of his, “I wouldn’t have offered if I minded. Come on. If we’re quick, we can stop for coffee on the way.”
We hurried out of the building and Luca led me to his car.
“A Mustang. Niiiiice.”
“You know about cars?” His brow lifted as his hand paused on the door handle.
“I know a little. My dad and brother restored a 1966 Shelby Mustang before my brother left for college.”
“My kind of people.”
“Really? I didn’t have you down as a supercar enthusiast.”
“I’m a complex guy.” Luca smirked, pulling the door open and motioning for me to get in.