"Oh, no. He's not yet up to leaving the house. Besides, I know for a fact that he’s otherwise occupied." I bite the inside of my cheek. Asshole wanted that…that… Sheena woman to help him with his bath. Right now, she’s probably rubbing soap all over him, paying special attention to his dick, no doubt. She’s probably on her knees sucking him off, even as we speak.
"Well, if he’s busy, then why don’t you come out to dinner with me?
And he’s probably digging his fingers into her hair and yanking her forward so he can thrust his dick down her throat. Then he’ll groan as he empties himself, and she’ll suck down every last drop of his cum, before she sits back on her heels and glances up at him adoringly. Then he’ll lean in and kiss her on the lips. I squeeze my thighs together, even as my chest feels too tight. No doubt, he won’t give me a second thought as he spends the rest of the evening with her. And me? Am I going to spend the evening locked away in my room, bemoaning the fact that I didn’t take him up on his offer? I mean, I could have been the one in his bed, under him as he took my virginity. My nipples tighten.
"Theresa," Elsa calls, "you there?"
"Yes," I push away the images in my head, "and I have a better idea."
"What's that?"
"Let's go to a nightclub, you and me."
She stares at me, then bursts out laughing, "You want to go to a nightclub? You, who really does prefer staying home on a Friday night reading a romance novel, wants to go out and party?"
"And if I do?"
She peers into my features, "Now, I really do want to meet this Axel. He's managed to push you out of your comfort zone, hasn't he?"
I scowl, "Are you coming with me to the nightclub, or not?"
Forty-five minutes later, I walk into Venom, the most happening nightclub in Palermo. It's also owned by the Sovranos, which, I assume, is the only reason Seb—who's filling in for Adrian—had agreed to drive me here. He’d turned up within fifteen minutes of my calling, which had been just enough time for me to get dressed. He’d driven me in almost complete silence, and except for raised eyebrows when I’d mentioned my destination, he hadn’t reacted. He'd parked at the entrance to the nightclub, and a valet had materialized out of nowhere. Of course, he’s a Sovrano—they run this town. Its stands to reason that a valet would notice his car and come over to park it right away.
He walks around, opens my door, and I step out. I pull down the hem of the dress I am wearing, which comes to mid-thigh. It's still not as short as the dresses some of the other girls here are wearing, but it's the shortest dress I own. Thankfully, I’d had the foresight to pack this little black dress, which makes up for its plainness by the way it clings to my curves.
I walk toward the entrance, Seb right behind me.
"Theresa," Elsa materializes next to me, "so glad you could make it."
"Me too," I grin up into her flushed features. A heavy, wing-shape eyeliner outlines her eyes and her thick blonde hair is pulled up in a messy bun. She’s wearing a purple sequined dress which should look like too much, but really, it suits Elsa’s partly flamboyant, partly messy style. With her thigh-high boots and bracelets that decorate her forearms up to her elbows, she looks like she’s thrown on an eclectic mish-mash of items from her wardrobe, but somehow, it works.
"Come on," she yanks me forward, only to come to an abrupt stop when Seb walks around to stand in front of us. He folds his arms across his chest and stares down at her.
"Who's this?" She tips her chin all the way back to meet his gaze.
"Ah, this is Seb, my uh, my bodyguard for the evening."
"Bodyguard." She shoots me a sideways glance. "You have a bodyguard?" she asks in a whisper-scream, which is loud enough for Seb to hear above the noise that filters out from the nightclub.
"Yeh, uh, told you the Sovranos insist that I am ferried about for my own safety."
"OMG, I had no idea it meant you have your own personal bodyguard."
"Only because I wanted to go out," I murmur.
"Hmm," she looks him up and down, "well, we don’t need you this evening. Why don't you go off and do whatever it is bodyguards do on their time off?"
Seb glares at her; she scowls back at him.
"Jeez, you are grumpy, aren't you? Maybe you should come along with us and have a few drinks to loosen up."
He turns to me, "I assume you know her?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to introduce you guys. Seb meet my friend Elsa."
"Pleased to meet you," Elsa holds out her hand.
He ignores it, then spins around and prowls toward the entrance of the nightclub. The crowd parts in front of him and we follow in his wake.