I looked questioningly to Melinda, and she silently nodded, so I turned back to him.
“I’d like that very much.”
He smiled in relief and held out his hand.
“Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Anthony Giovanni, and my friends call me Tony or ‘LT’ for Little Tony. My grandfather is also named Tony, so my family calls me Little Tony.”
I just smiled as I thought of Little David. For some reason, the name Tony Giovanni sounded familiar.
“If I may,” he continued, “I would like to introduce my wife and my business partner. They are both big fans of yours. I personally am a fan of yours, Miss Kesh. You’re my favorite Victoria’s Secret model.”
He motioned, and the two women came over. The first was a classic Italian beauty with dark brown hair and eyes and the kind of curves I thought all young women should have. I felt an attraction right away. The other had red hair and confident green eyes; she was just my type. Her expression almost dared me. I purposely let my eyes drop and take in her body when I noticed the wedding ring. She wore an amused expression.
“May I introduce my business partner, Kendra Bianco,” he said as I got up, took her hand in mine and kissed it.
Melinda gave me a wink when the Italian beauty blushed.
“I would also like to introduce my wife Nancy,” LT said.
“You’re Senator Wilson’s daughter,” Melinda surmised.
“Yes, I am. We just wanted to say hello,” Nancy said gracefully.
“And get your autographs,” Kendra added with a big smile.
Nancy giggled at her friend’s brazen behavior. They had autograph books. I signed, and while Melinda did hers, LT took me aside. He led me into the kitchen like he owned the place. I was shocked when everyone seemed to disappear.
“I wanted a moment alone. Do you know who I am?” he asked.
“Not exactly,” I admitted.
“My father is Alphonso ‘The Bull’ Giovanni, and Kendra’s father is Nicholas ‘Nicky’ Bianco. They are the heads of our respective families,” he said.
I was out of my depth, so I did the Dawson thing and just nodded. I guess I looked worried.
“Relax. I just wanted to introduce myself and give you a number in case you ever need anything. I’m afraid I don’t carry a cell phone, so don’t be surprised if someone else answers. Just tell them what you need, and I will make it happen.”
“What am I supposed to say to that?” I asked.
“Just say ‘Thank you,’” Tony said with a big smile.
“Thanks.”
“Come on. Let’s let them get back to work.”
We returned to the table to find the women chatting like old friends. I guess I wasn’t surprised when they brought out another table and Tony and the women joined us. Tony suggested I would like the wine and ordered food for the table.
I found I liked Tony. He was smart as a whip and entirely charming. I caught a glimpse of his other side when Michael spilled wine, but it was gone in an instant when Kendra touched his hand. If I hadn’t seen the ring on Nancy, I would have assumed that he was married to Kendra.
After dinner, Tony leaned over so we could talk and not disturb the women.
“I have to apologize. I didn’t realize this was your first date with Melinda.”
One of his women must have told him.
“I did a photo shoot with her in New York. We had a lot of chemistry on camera, so they wanted to do an additional shoot. We ended up stealing my Valentine’s plans and using them,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’d planned a romantic outing for the girl who’s having my baby, but she had to return home early. I’d arranged for a carriage ride, romantic dinner, and then dancing afterward. Since my intended date wasn’t available, the photographer hijacked my date. That was when I got to know Melinda.”
I was curious.
“How ever did you find me?” I asked.
“We have our sources. When Detective Dale came back, and we found out the effort you’d gone to … well, I had to meet you. We’d actually wanted to introduce ourselves tomorrow at your game. It was just a happy coincidence that you were here tonight. I understand you know Lydia.”
“Yes, I’ve met her a few times.”
“That little show was her idea. She also told my girls she slept with you,” Tony said.
I just bit my tongue. Tony let me off the hook.
“Let’s just say it made them want to meet you even more. I think they’re jealous of Melinda.”
He laughed at me when I wouldn’t comment. Tony, Nancy, and Kendra left us to have our dessert together. This had to be the weirdest blind date ever. The good news was Tony had picked up the tab.
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Fritz shook his head a bit at the antics in the restaurant, but didn’t say a word as he took us to my place after dinner. Tracy had set up this whole thing. That was confirmed when I found Melinda’s suitcase parked at the top of the stairs. She strolled around my apartment and looked at everything, like she thought she could figure me out by how I lived.
While she did that, I heated some water for tea. I looked at the clock and was surprised it was already ten.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Melinda as she conducted her treasure hunt. I really looked at her. She was stunning, and yet had that girl-next-door vibe about her. Unlike Rita James, who seemed unattainable in her beauty, Melinda appeared to be the girl who just didn’t realize how pretty she really was.
When the tea was ready, we sat down on my couch. Melinda curled up next to me, grabbed my arm, and put it around her. She was cute when she made a contented little hum. If she’d been a cat, she would have been purring. I looked down into her blue eyes.
“This didn’t come off weird, did it?” Melinda asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“The last two guys I dated are you and Blake Seaver. I didn’t realize my manager set me up with Blake, and I ended up coming across as just a booty call for him. With you, I sneak into town, we have a blind date, and I don’t even book a hotel room. I think I’m a slut,” she said and wrinkled her nose.
“When you put it like that …” I teased.
“Really?”
“When you put it that way, yeah. I look at it differently. You met a guy, and there was a connection. You ended it in a strange place. Instead of just letting it die, you make this grand gesture to fly halfway across the country to surprise him. You had no idea how I’d react. I would say you were incredibly brave.”
“So, I’m not a slut?”
“The night’s still young. Let’s not rule anything out quite yet.”
Melinda wrinkled her nose again.
“You know what I liked about our time together?”
I shook my head ‘no.’
“I liked … uh … sucking you,” she whispered, telling me her secret.
“Really? Me too!” I said as gave a happy little bounce, unzipped my pants, and pulled out Mr. Happy.
He was confused because he thought we were just snuggling. It didn’t take her long to convince him to stand up. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for him to reward her efforts. I can’t imagine what Melinda was thinking, but I now had to spend money on dry cleaning her dress.
We moved our fun to the bedroom. I told Melinda to leave the dress on since it was already a casualty and she looked hot in it. We got into a 69 position, and I found she was a little slut: she hadn’t worn underwear. I wasn’t sure what Melinda’s oral fixation was, but I took full advantage of it as she chewed on my package. I helped her get off, and then she wanted me to do her face.
Melinda moved so that her head hung over the side of the bed. This put her at an angle so I could push into her throat. She frickin’ loved it. My Alpha Male side frickin’ loved to dominate her. I started lightly spanking her shaved womanhood, timing it to when she had me completely down her throat.