“If you’re worried about me dating your brother, don’t. He and I aren’t getting back together. If Adrienne likes what she sees tomorrow, I’m planning on doing this full-time. Even if this doesn’t happen, Phil and I are done.”
“I thought you two were working things out,” I said.
“Phil is too much of a good boy. I’m looking for guys with more experience.”
“Jill,” I said, shaking my head. “If I could give you one piece of advice and have you listen, it would be to slow your roll. If I had it all to do over again, I would have waited.”
“First of all, I call bullshit. You’re a guy. Second, I have waited,” she said, surprising me.
“It’s my turn to call bullshit,” I shot back.
“Like I said, Phil’s a good boy. We do stuff, but we’ve never …”
I’m sure my eyebrows disappeared into my bangs. That blew my mind. I’d assumed that with Jill’s rockin’ body, it would have been impossible for Phil to turn her down. I doubted she’d been the one who’d put the brakes on their sex life.
Something else her comment did was cause Mr. Happy to stretch down my leg. Unfortunately, with ’70s pants there was nowhere to hide a boner.
“I need something to drink,” I said to change the conversation.
I also wanted others around so I didn’t do something I would regret. Like drag Jill to the bathroom and relieve her of her V-Card.
When we got close to our tables, I had to smile. Adrienne was talking to none other than Nancy and Tony, aka ‘Little Tony,’ Giovanni, along with his business partner, Kendra Bianco. Tony had helped me with security on my trip to Mexico after my attempted kidnapping. I’d helped him out before that by getting Brandon Rigby arrested for rape when Little Tony’s family wouldn’t let him go after the bastard.
With them was Ryan Barlow, the model turned porn star I’d met doing my Abercrombie shoot.
“David! I see you got caught being naughty with our neighbor,” Nancy said when she saw me.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Princess Erika lives in our building.”
“That’s right, she goes to school at Columbia. I would never have guessed you actually knew her.”
“Hello, David,” Tony said. “I’m trying to talk Adrienne into letting us hire some of her company’s models.”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Mrs. Lacier asked.
“Tony owns Nubile Productions. They film …” I said and looked at Tony for help.
“Porn,” Kendra said.
“I thought you looked familiar,” Kevin said to Ryan.
“Ryan is featured in a few of their productions,” I explained.
“I’m not really sure what to say about all this,” Mrs. Lacier admitted.
“Welcome to New York,” I offered.
“You’re lucky I’m here this weekend and not my husband,” Mrs. Lacier said.
I had to agree with that. She hadn’t grabbed her daughter and run for the door … yet. If the goings-on at House of Yes hadn’t scared her off, I doubted that Tony would shake her up too much.
“Dance with me,” Adrienne ordered.
I wasn’t about to turn that down.
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When Adrienne finally let me take a break, I got ambushed by a familiar face.
“Hello, just David, name and title all in one.”
Standing in front of me was a tall blond Scandinavian goddess I’d met almost a year ago. If I hadn’t been with Kara at the time, I might have gone for her. Kara had been shocked at how this girl had come on to me. She was Kara’s roommate, and Kara said that the girl hadn’t shown any interest in anyone until I came along.
“Donna Nilsson. You decided not to ignore me this time,” I fired back.
“Your protector isn’t here tonight,” she said, referring to Kara Tasman, Gina’s sister.
Kara was on a gig in Europe.
“If I remember correctly, you were scared to talk to me. I recall you saying something about it being like playing with fire,” I taunted.
While we bantered back and forth, Adrienne left us with an amused smirk on her face. She recognized that I was in trouble. I’d planned to be good this weekend, but Donna might cause me to rethink that. She was dressed like some sort of naughty princess.
Donna was wearing jeweled three-inch heels; thigh-high pink stockings; a pink miniskirt so short that the curve of her butt showed; a sequined pink silk tank top that barely covered the swell of her breasts; and a costume tiara. I would bet my imaginary beach house that Donna wasn’t wearing any underwear. With her heels on, she was only a few inches shorter than me.
“All you wanted to do was have a casual conversation,” Donna reminded me.
“That was then. Now, I’m more interested in the serious fun you promised.”
I’d decided to take Jackie’s advice and press to see if Donna wanted to skip out of here or not.
“I just got here and want to dance first.”
Rather than push more, I gave her the smile that made me money and took her hand. As a model, Donna knew how to move to best show off her body. She gave me tantalizing glimpses without turning them X-rated. The sad part was we both realized I was helpless right now. I would frickin’ marry her if she asked. Damn, she was hot.
The music slowed down as we began to dance. Instead of facing me, Donna planted her gorgeous butt against my groin and grabbed my hands to wrap around her waist. She leaned back against my chest and began to make this slinky, swaying move that made me want to make a Nubile Production right there on the dance floor. She reached back, grabbed the back of my head, and guided my lips to her neck.
I leaned down and let my hot breath bathe her neck and shoulder, and then I opened my mouth and sucked on her skin. She grabbed my hair, afraid I would give her a hickey.
“If you want me to stop, I will. But if you don’t, let me kiss you again,” I said.
Donna chuckled so sexily, it was criminal. She turned around and cupped the sides of my face as our lips locked, hard and fast. As her kisses pressed hot on my lips—over and over—Donna made it clear that she wanted me, she needed me, and she would not be refused by me. Her promise last year that she was looking for ‘serious fun’ seemed to be coming to fruition.
Donna located the waistband of my pants and slid her hand down the front. It seemed my arousal startled her. I chuckled at her innocent reaction and slid a hand between her legs. Yep, my beach house was safe; she was warm, wet, and willing. She couldn’t help but press against my invading fingers that sought out her most sensitive places. Donna moaned, her breath came in stuttering wisps of air, and then she cried out.
“Let’s take this somewhere more private,” I suggested.
Her breath hitched when she realized we were in the middle of the dance floor.
“Follow me,” Kendra Bianco said, surprising us both.
I admit to having done a quick internet search on Kendra. She was the daughter of Nicholas ‘Nicky’ Bianco, the head of the Bianco crime family. She was a classic Italian beauty with dark brown hair and eyes, and more curves than a girl her age should have.
At one point, she’d been linked with Tony in a romantic sense. They’d gone to the same boarding school. The article I read said that everyone had assumed their union would have pulled the Giovanni and Bianco families together. Nicky only had daughters, and tradition said the family had to be handed down to a man. That was where Tony came into the picture.
Tony had had an older brother who’d been reportedly everything a mob family wanted in their heir apparent. He was a dangerous man. Sadly, though, he’d been gunned down in a bloody massacre between gangs. That left Tony as the sole male heir to the Giovanni family.
Somehow, their mutual friend at school, Nancy, turned up pregnant. Nancy was the daughter of a prominent United States senator. All the kids who attended that boarding school had some kind of connection, be it political, crime family, or your run-of-the-mill celebrity.
Kendra and Tony had stayed friends after he married Nancy. They’d even gone into business together. Some people thought they might combine the two families still, just not by their arranged marriage.