I push to my feet and glare at him. “Don’t keep me waiting,” I say and make my way up to the suite.
Once inside I stand by the long French windows and gaze out to the Chicago skyline, waiting for her.
My cock hardens at the thought of her and my curiosity piques, I’m not sure why yet though. They say curiosity killed the cat. It will take a lot more than that to kill Dante Marchesi.
As a little tap sounds on the door I smile to myself as I wonder what she must taste like.
I never asked for a name. Normally you don’t.
Tonight I want one.
Chapter Three
Megan
I recognize his voice when he calls for me to go in.
I didn’t know who I was going to be seeing until just then. But… if I’m honest I had a feeling it was him when Belinda told me to make my way upstairs for the booking and handed me a box of condoms.
I grip on the box, my fingers digging into the cardboard as I push the door open and walk in.
There he is. The prince. He’s standing by the window.
He’s taken his jacket off and rolled his sleeves up thick forearms revealing hints of tattoos peaking out as they snake up his arms.
The window is open and the gentle breeze carries into the room, making a lock of hair fall over his eye.
Carefully, I take my steps inside and close the door behind me.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
He’s the first to ask me that. Usually, I’m a thing. a thing to fuck and toss aside when the men are finished with me.
“Megan,” I reply, swallowing past the lump that’s formed in my throat.
He steps away from the window and comes closer to me. As soon as he gets a breath away the scent of his musky cologne fills my nose and when he starts circling me, the power of his presence has my stomach twisting into knots.
“I’m Dante Marchesi,” he says and my skin crawls. My skin literally crawls.
Marchesi…
So he’s related to Lucca?
They look nothing alike. Lucca looks like a potbelly pig with a distinct overbite and this guy couldn’t look more different if he tried.
“Hello, sir,” I say quickly remembering my manners.
“Give me those,” he says gesturing to the condoms.
I hand them to him and he takes them.
I hide my shaking hands by my sides and look away from him. Looking out to the night sky, I try to fall into the routine of habit I’ve had since being here. I try to forget and imagine I’m anywhere but here.
In my hea
d, I’m the girl I was three months ago who took the plunge to try.
I tried and got the dream. It might have been stolen from me but it doesn’t change the fact that I got it. It actually happened.