“I’m fine, thank you. Who are you?” I ask, noticing by the way her glass is tipping, her champagne is about to spill. I wonder if she’s had too much to drink.
I don’t want to scare her off and I need to make sure this looks accidental — like a chance meeting. It’s unlikely, but still possible, someone in her famiglia might recognize me.
I need to meet with her father soon. His son is my target and he’s in a corner with his mother according to Savio, who’s keeping tabs on him.
Standing this close, I can feel the tension radiating off of her hot body. I can’t imagine what she has to be tense about, but my balls tighten as I gaze at her full, beautiful breasts. I long to grab them with both hands, bury my face in them to smell her and lick her sensitive, alabaster skin. My teeth would nip at her nipples before I suck on each one before reaching between her legs to find she’s wet and ready for me.
“Valentina,” she says, extending her hand. “I’m not used to these affairs. You?”
“Not at all. But I do love art and beautiful women, and you are by far the most beautiful in the room.” I take her hand in mine and kiss it.
“Really? I don’t picture you as the romantic type.”
“And what do you picture?”
“Moody, broody, dark. . .”
“Sounds like you are describing my daily moods,” I tease, but I’m impressed. She might not be as naïve as she looks. “And you? Your moods?”
“Hmm, happy when I’m pushing my parents’ buttons. I think I’ve perfected the art.” She gives me a hint of a smile and this damn coat is warm all of a sudden. I want to take it off, but I need to wear it.
I’m drawn to her and suppress a smile. My balls fill with cum just waiting to fill her up.
“Nice to meet you. . .” She stops mid sentence, not knowing my name.
“I didn’t say. Remember, I’m broody and moody,” I point out, pulling my hand away.
The handshake ends quickly as her touch sends chills up my spine, my cock is hard. I’m relieved my coat covers the desire manifesting in my pants.
“Valentina, such a nice name. Sicilian?”
“Yes, how did you know?” She plays it cool, but I see an awareness in her eyes that tells me her mind is turning. I wish I had more time to figure out what she’s preoccupied with.
“Lucky guess. I’ve only been to Sicily once, as a child. But I’d love to go back and check out the Greek amphitheater. I hear it’s a sight to behold, like you.”
She doesn’t wear a lot of makeup as she blushes, judging from the pink glow.
“I took in a concert there this summer, definitely worth the trip. You are from around here?”
Smart girl, getting information on me.
“Yes, somewhat, more central Italy, but I travel.”
“I’d love to travel to — oh, no. Here comes Papa.”
I turn toward to see her overbearing father walking towards us. He is beginning to lose his hair along with his waistline and I peg him to be in his mid-fifties. Valentina must get her mother’s eyes because her father’s are as grey as our winter clouds.
“Valentina, where is Laura? She was told not to leave your side.”
Realizing he interrupted our conversation, he looks me over with such scrutiny, I believe a rectal exam would be less intrusive.
“Excuse us,” he says, taking her by the hand, he lures her away. By his dismissive tone, he definitely doesn’t care to see me again.
I wonder why he feels threatened. Or more importantly, what has him on edge? He’s walking by himself thru the crowd.
Savio appears out of nowhere. “Yes, that’s them, alright. The De Lucas. You’re here on business, aren’t you? And you needed backup. That’s why I’m here.”
“Time will tell, but my goal is to make a business arrangement one way or another.”