He waved over the bartender and quietly ordered a glass of something called Gout de Diamants for me. Immediately, the bartender slid open a fridge, reached in and pulled out the most expensive bottle of champagne I’d probably ever have the opportunity to see. The logo was a beautiful white gold and at the center of it was what looked like a flawless white diamond. He popped it open and the bar cheered all around us. I laughed and smiled, feeling my tension fall away.
I didn’t need my girls to have a good night. I’d make my own fun instead.
A very full glass of Cristal slid in front of me and I wound my fingers around it like it was something that I did all the time. I didn’t think about the fact that this single bottle cost probably cost more than I even made in a year. I pretended this was normal.
I took a sip and felt the bubbles pop against my tongue.
Delicious.
“My name is Vincenzo Santaro,” he began, looking back at me expectantly.
“Isabella De Luca,” I answered, smiling back in his direction. “Thank you for the drink.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he replied, if a bit cockily. I chose to ignore it. He was obviously a man who was used to getting his way when he flashed a little bit of money and so far, he’d been nothing but nice to me. I took another sip of my drink and savored the feeling of his money bursting across my tongue.
“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all by herself on a Friday night in Rome, especially in a dress like that,” he stated, taking a moment to drag his eyes up and down my body. He was enjoying the sight and I would be lying if I said I didn’t like him looking at me like that. Sometimes a girl just wants to be admired and feel wanted and right now he was doing all the right things and saying all the words I wanted to hear.
“All my girls cancelled on the plans we made together, so here I am,” I explained evasively.
“Well, considering that I have a chance to share a few drinks with you now, Isabella, I can’t say that I’m sorry they cancelled on you. I’d say that it was lucky for me,” he replied with a wink.
“Perhaps,” I teased with a grin.
He snorted with amusement. He sipped his drink slowly and looked back at me.
“Would you like to dance with me, Isabella? It would be a shame if you didn’t get a chance to tonight, wouldn’t it?”
“It would,” I grinned. I hadn’t yet made it on the dance floor and hadn’t been sure if I was even going to. Dancing as a lone female in a club was always risky because it left you open to all the creepy lurkers circling around looking for the easiest mark.
He offered me his hand and I took it. He led me out onto the dance floor with confidence. It wasn’t lost on me how people moved out of the way for him, that he carried with him an air of power and expectation that others simply responded to.
When he had me where he wanted me, he pulled me into his embrace, my hips flush with his. I could feel he was hard for me and I had to admit, I liked it.
I decided to be the aggressor. I ground my hips against him first and he growled into my ear. I rolled my pelvis back and forth and his grip around my waist grew tighter and more possessive. He was a man who was used to getting what he wanted and right now, I wanted to give it to him.
What was the harm in it? A few good drinks and a fun night?
I danced more suggestively, pressing my body against his and swaying my hips back and forth, acting the part of the dirty little girl. I gave it my all because I wanted to.
I took another sip of my drink. He took another. And another. He emptied his drink first and took my hand, leading me back to the bar. He topped off my glass of champagne even though I hadn’t drunk all that much yet. The bartender refilled his drink, only this time it appeared to be a double. He wasted little time in downing about half that too.
He pulled me close to him and nuzzled my neck. Gently, he traced his lips along my throat, and I sighed as pleasurable sensations raced across my skin. It had been such a long time since I had been kissed and I could feel myself melting a bit more into his arms at the promise of it.
“Why don’t you finish your drink and I will take you someplace nicer,” he offered.
I bit my lip.
Did I want to?
I did.
“I’d like that,” I whispered, turning into his cheek. He grasped my chin and kissed me softly. He was gentle and unassuming and that made me comfortable, at first. After that, his kiss deepened into something a bit more aggressive and it turned me on.
I sipped at my drink. I couldn’t gulp it down, but I wanted to.
That didn’t stop Vincenzo from downing h
is in one shot.