I smirked and leaned forward. “You know I am. And that’s why you’re dripping wet right now, hoping I’ll suggest we skip dinner.”
“I’m hungry,” she said.
“I am too, but I don’t want this shit. I want my tongue on that pussy of yours, and I want to hear you moaning my name.”
She blushed again, and I could tell I was getting to her. “Are you always this direct?”
“I am. I don’t fuck around.”
“What do you want from me then? You just want to finish what we started and that’s it?”
I shrugged. “That’s mostly up to you. Is that something you want? I get you off again and again for one night only?”
“You’re pretty confident.”
“I’ve had practice.”
She laughed and shook her head. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Every girl says that,” I said softly, leaning toward her and staring into her pretty eyes. “But once I have you sliding along my thick cock, I suspect you’ll think differently.”
She bit her lip, and in that moment I knew I had her. I knew that if I stood up and left, she’d follow me willingly. She’d do whatever I wanted her to do, and that was exactly how I wanted her.
Begging for it and dripping wet.
As I picked up my drink to let the moment stretch on, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Annoyed, I silenced it.
But it started buzzing again a second later.
“Excuse me,” I said, taking it out. I stood up and walked toward the bathrooms, answering it.
“What?” I said.
“It’s Vince.”
I paused. “What’s up?”
“You need to get to the address I’m about to send you right now.”
“Why?”
“Ernesto’s boys caught someone. I want one of my guys in on this before shit gets out of hand.”
I grunted. Vince was my boss in the mob, one of the highest-ranking guys in the whole organization. He was on the opposite side of Ernesto, another high-ranking boss.
“Fine,” I said. “What am I getting into?”
“They caught a Spider.”
I paused. “You’re fucking kidding.”
“Not kidding. Get your ass over there and find out what’s happening.”
“Got it.” I hung up the phone. A second later, an address appeared in my texts.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I walked back to the table. Jessica looked up at me expectantly.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I have to go.”
“Really?” She frowned.
“It’s work.”
“The restaurant business has weird hours.”
“Yes, it does,” I said. “Come on. I’m calling you a cab.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll get an Uber. You go.”
I narrowed my eyes and sighed. I hated to fucking get pulled away like this. The only thing I really wanted was to sit back down and finally close this deal, but I knew I couldn’t.
We’d never gotten a live Spider before. They always managed to get away or to kill themselves before we could take them. The Spiders were fucking insane fanatics, and they terrified a lot of the guys.
Not me, though. I understood what they were about. They wanted to destroy one thing, and one thing alone. Human trafficking was their enemy, and I couldn’t really blame them.
“Good luck at work,” she said.
I walked over to her and bent down. Instead of kissing her cheek, I pressed my lips against her ear.
“Think about me tonight when you get home. I know you’ll be frustrated. Think about me when you slip your fingers deep inside that pussy. Think about what I can make your body feel.”
I stood up and she blinked up at me. I smirked and then turned and left without another word.
Fucking shit. My cock was hard as hell as I called a fucking cab. I wanted to get back in there and taste this girl, but I had a job to do.
The cab came, and I gave the guy the address. It was in the old warehouse district, and I already knew which place it would be. It was an abandoned building the mob sometimes took people to, people they needed to question very intensely.
Nobody the mob brought there ever left alive.
5
Cassidy
He just disappeared, just like that.
After all that flirting and buildup, he had to leave for work. That drove me absolutely insane, but I wasn’t going to let it show. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. He’d love that I really was frustrated, and he’d never forget about it.
Instead, I finished my glass of wine and sighed. I had no clue what the hell I was doing with a guy who clearly worked for the mob. I had tried to get him to talk about it, but I was sure he had seen right through that. I’d been a little clumsy about it, and Rafa was clearly not an idiot.