MEGAN
As I look at Cristiano, I note how tall, handsome, and muscular he is.
Tonight he’s wearing a gray button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the tail of an inky black dragon coiling up his thick forearms. His black pants show off his defined legs and I wonder if he has tattoos there too.
I think he does and he’s one of those men who can carry off the tattooed bad boy image, as well as the professional businessman.
Whichever version he shows, I already know it will always display his raw masculine beauty.
“Hello,” I say first, pulling myself from my daze. As much as I would love to, I can’t stare at him all night. Or forever.
Or marvel at how this man has managed to distract me from my problems. Especially after another vile encounter with Bill that’s left me feeling like I need to turn my skin inside out and wash it to get clean.
“Hello there, Megan. Come here to me.” His deep baritone seeps into every pore of my body and lulls me to him.
When I reach, he leans in and brushes his lips over mine. The kiss pushes a smile to my face and a blush tickles my skin when I taste the hint of alcohol mixed with tobacco.
“Nice and early.” His smile revealing perfect white teeth, radiates with confidence. I like it.
I am slightly early, only by five or so minutes. There was no point hanging around the dressing rooms with the girls who were down there getting changed.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone, so I just got ready as quickly as I could and left.
“Is early okay?”
“Of course.”
“Where are Levi and Knox?”
“They’ll be here soon. They’re running a little late. They also won’t be staying the night, so I have you all to myself. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” I borrow his words the same way he borrowed mine, with the knowledge that tonight is going to be very different from last night.
Tonight we’ll be having sex, and it was clear from the details Mimi gave me when I arrived that I’m in for another exciting night.
Because they all want to fuck me bareback, she went through a sexual checklist with me in line with the questionnaire and sexual health test I’d done before I came back to work here. Basically, she needed to make sure I was still clean and on contraception which I am.
It’s part of my contract, which is practically signed in blood, that if I have sex with anyone outside the club, they have to wear a condom.
Realizing I’ve zoned out, I bring my focus back to Cristiano, remembering I need to thank him for the money before we do or say anything else.
“Thank you for the money,” I say, hoping I sound as grateful as I feel.
His eyes hold mine and he’s silent for a moment too long. I almost think I’ve offended him until his lips twitch into a smile.
“Did it help?”
“Yes. It did.”
“I guess now we know a little more about each other, Megan Porter.” He lingers on each syllable as if he takes pleasure in saying my full name.
“Yes, we do.”
Something wicked flashes in his eyes, sending a shiver of fear through me. I’ve been trying to figure him out since last night. Now that I know what kind of family he’s coming from, I’m curious about the sort of man he is.
Is he as dangerous as the other mafia men I’ve come across?
Are Knox and Levi like him too?