out of the office most evenings, but tonight, nothing was going to stop me from seeing Tilly. “Yeah, sorry. I have plans tonight.”
“No need to be sorry, son, I just…well…you’re usually always here.”
I inhale deeply over the very bizarre fact that I’m choosing a woman over work. This is yet another first I’m doing with Tilly. “What did you need?”
“Where is the Zander Williams contract at? I know we missed the window, but I’m just curious if it’s all falling apart or if we’ll be able to get him in January?”
“The sporting director is trying to work with him still,” I reply regretfully. “Apparently, his current club decided last minute they wanted to hold on to him until January, so I think that’s the core issue. He’s also now asked to negotiate housing into his contract, which means I need to talk to some property owners we work with to see what’s available in January when he could start.”
Vaughn harumphs. “Well, thankfully, Finney seems to be on the mend, so I think he’ll be okay for our first match. Clearly, Zander is young and doesn’t understand the basics of contract negotiations. But Shawn won’t shut up about how brilliant he is as a sweeper. Says he plays like Gareth did when he first started out at United, and well, that’s exactly the kind of player we need.”
“I completely agree. I think if we can find him a flat, maybe this will be the last revision.”
“My son-in-law, Hayden…Vi’s husband…has a couple of buildings that might be great. Let’s reach out to him first. It’ll be nice to keep it in the family.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Okay…well…enjoy your plans.”
We hang up just as the buzzer to my flat goes off, so I run over to hold the call button. “I’m on my way down.” I grab my keys and fly down the four flights to find Tilly standing outside my flat. She turns to give me a full view of her, and I can’t help but smile because she is a sight for sore eyes.
She’s wearing a strapless black leather dress with a zip all the way up the front. She’s made what would normally be a sinfully sexy dress more casual by slipping a soft white tee beneath it. I glance down to see she’s wearing a pair of black Converse trainers, dutifully following my instructions for her to wear comfortable footwear, not that I really had to worry. Tilly’s always had a little casual edge to her style.
In the past, I always noticed her friends would dress in skintight minidresses with high heels, leaving nothing to the imagination. Tilly would show off half as much skin and still manage to look ten times sexier. She’d often be wearing a dress as well, but she’d throw a leather jacket over the top or choose to wear leggings and combat boots instead of a short skirt. Whatever her style is called, it’s a combination that I fully appreciate.
“Sei bellissima stasera,” I growl, sliding my hands into her loose, straight locks as I press my lips to hers for a quick kiss. I drag the backs of my fingers down her pale cheek and add, “Beautiful.”
She grips my arms, her eyes wide and challenging. “How did I never know you spoke Italian?”
“I’m a man of mystery.” I dip my nose to the area below her ear, inhaling her intoxicating scent of honey and citrus. After spending the night making out with her a few days ago, I haven’t been able to stop craving her scent. She arches into my touch, and the motion causes my cock to stir inside my jeans. Pulling back, I stare at her lips. “And no one said I spoke good Italian. I might have just told you that you look like a beetroot.”
Her hands slide up the short sleeves of my shirt, her fingers biting into my biceps. “I love beetroots.”
“Nobody loves beetroots.” I laugh and tilt my head with a smug look. “Hai delle labbra così deliziose…Vorrei tanto baciarti.”
Her jaw drops. “What did you just say?”
Smiling, I lean in and whisper against her lips, “I said your lips are so delicious…I would really like to kiss you.”
Without pause, I fuse our mouths together and tease my tongue along her lush lips. She tastes minty, and that, coupled with her honey scent, has me deepening the kiss even further. Her hands move from my arms to my waist as she fists my T-shirt. When I thrust my tongue deep into