Chapter 27 Elliot
ELLIOT
It was too hot to hold an event outside. To make matters worse, I had to wear a three-piece suit for this car show. And on top of all, no one bothered to turn on the AC in the convertible I was modeling in.
“Turn your head to the left,” the Italian photographer directed me, his words followed by the nonstop sound of his camera.
Snap.
Snap.
Snap.
I slightly changed my position with each take, my head pounding like crazy the whole time.
“Now, put your hand on the steering wheel, show me that sexy watch,” he said with a heavy accent.
I did as I was told.
“Ah, perfetto!” Snap. Snap. Snap. “You were born to be in a Ferrari.” Snap. Snap. Snap. “Oh, bellissimo, what a face!” Snap. Snap. Snap.
My headache was only getting worse, so I couldn’t have been happier when the photographer said he had everything he needed and that we were done for now.
Getting out of the car, which truly was gorgeous, I unbuttoned the suit jacket in hopes it would help me cool down, when the producer of the show came over to me.
“We want you next to the Porsche. Okay?” he said in English, voice tight like he was running out of time. From the sweat on his forehead, I guessed he was either hot or nervous. Probably both.
Even though I was tired and wanted to return to my room and rest after working in the sun the whole day, I nodded.
It wasn’t like I had a choice. My agent, Robert, warned me to behave nicely, especially when he was away.
He’d often accompany me when he could, and I was always happy when he couldn’t—other than being rude, he smelled bad.
Not because he didn’t use cologne, but the other way around.
He showered in it, unaware that the fragrance he picked didn’t at all go well with his natural body scent.
I knew it sounded ridiculous, but finding the right fragrance was a work of art, and very few people I knew actually wore one that complemented them.
But some did, and I immediately thought about citrus—oranges in particular—blended with sandalwood.
That was my absolute favorite scent that so happened to belong to one man.
I miss him.
After giving me a few more instructions, the producer moved on to speak to some staff.
Just then, my stomach made an unpleasant sound.
Thankfully, no one was near me to hear it growling like a starved beast. I bit my lip and looked around to track down a waitress.
Knowing I had to get something into my system, I went over to her.
“Sorry, can you…” The headache made it harder to translate my words to English. “Euh, can you help me?”
“Of course, sir, what can I do for you?” she spoke back in French, and I could almost kiss her I was so relieved.
“You’re French?”
“Yes, sir. From Marcey.” She then gave me a small smile. “I’m a big fan… I even have a poster of you.”
“Oh, that’s nice…” On a normal day, I would have started a conversation because it was always nice meeting fans, but my headache was only getting worse. “Is there any way you could get me an iced Americano?”
“Yes, of course.”
I pressed my palms together while flashing her my best smile. “Thank you.”
Once she walked away, I took a deep breath. I truly needed a cigarette. Sadly, I didn’t have one. Shit. Maybe I could ask someone—
“Do you happen to know where the Ferraris are?”
The familiar voice made my heart stop, and I turned around immediately.
“Daniel?” I gasped, shocked that he was right here, standing on the grass next to me, looking as handsome as always.
“That is indeed my name.” The asshole smirked.
Unable to hold back a smile, I shook my head. “What are you doing here?”
“Someone told me about this car show… so I came.”
“To Milan?”
Taking off his sunglasses so now I had a full view of his silver eyes, he smiled at me.
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
My chest was about to burst as tears welled in my eyes while I continued to stare at him, still shocked that he was there. Swallowing back the tears choking me, I took a deep breath.
“Do you—”
“Here’s your drink, sir,” the waitress said as she came back, right as I was about to offer Daniel a private tour.
Looking down at her tray, I focused on the glass of iced coffee she’d returned with. I was so caught in the moment that I’d completely forgotten about her or my headache.
“Oh, thank you.” I reached for the glass when I noticed the waitress’s eyes were glued to Daniel.
My brows pinched together because was she checking him out?
“Is there anything else you need?” she asked, eyes still pinned on Daniel.
“No. That’s all.” I snatched the glass from the tray. “You can leave.”
I guess I sounded harsh because her face fell before she left.
Good.
“You really do drink coffee now, huh?” Daniel asked while I searched for the show’s producer. Seeing as how he was nowhere to be found, I smiled.
“Yeah.” I placed the ice on a nearby table. “Now, come.”
Quietly, I started walking, careful not to attract any attention, while Daniel followed behind me.
My heart was pounding in my chest, excitement rushing through me.
Needing him all to myself, with no waitress to check him out or crowd to interrupt me, I walked until we reached a stunning red car that was left all alone.
Good.
“That’s a nice Por—”
Grabbing his waist, I pulled him close until our chests bumped and our lips crushed together.
Daniel was stunned for a mere second before he gripped my nape and kissed me back.
Yeah… that’s the citrus I love so much. Consumed by his scent, touch, and taste, I opened my mouth as he pushed his tongue past my lips.
I groaned with pleasure at the intrusion, eyes closed and heart full.
Pulling me closer, he walked us backward until my hips bumped into the car.
Not tearing our mouths apart, we practically breathed one another in.
Pushing his thigh between my legs, he pressed against my dick, which was getting harder by the second.
My skin heated up, and I ached for more when he moved his lips to behind my ear and kissed me there.
“I missed you,” I panted, my fingers running through his hair. “I missed you so much.”
Without saying a word, Daniel retook my lips as he devoured my mouth like a starved man.
Thrusting his tongue in, he swirled it around mine and groaned into the feral kiss while his hands held on to me tight.
My dick jerked in my pants, pushing hard against the fly.
Needing more, I thrust my hips forward, my erection pressing against his thick thigh—
I opened my eyes to the sounds of footsteps and pulled away from Daniel just as he did the same.
We had only a few seconds to catch our breath before a salesman appeared.
Thankfully, the car stood between us and him, so he couldn’t see we were both hard.
Well, we still looked suspicious, with disheveled clothes and messy hair, so maybe we weren’t that lucky.
I was sure Daniel was about to freak out when, instead, he stepped in front of me after the salesman said something in English.
“Yes,” Daniel answered back in English, voice rough. “I… I want to buy this car.”
My eyes snapped to him.
“You do?” I hissed in French.
Pointing at the car, Daniel pressed his lips together and nodded. “Positive. That is a damn good car.”
Is he for real?
“You are absolutely right, sir! It is an amazing ride.” The salesman couldn’t have sounded more excited. “But don’t you want to test it first?”
Resting his hands on his waist, Daniel shook his head. “Nope. No. Absolutely not. Just go get me the necessary paperwork.”
Looking like he’d just won the lottery, the salesman nodded, then walked away to get the papers.
“Did you just buy a car without even checking the price?” I asked once we were alone.
Shaking his head, Daniel sighed. “I just had to get him out of here before he noticed…” His eyes dropped down to his stiff dick, which still tented the beige slacks he wore today.
Amused, I reached forward and gave his dick a slight tap. Daniel jolted back with a scowl. But before he could complain, I stole another kiss, which he tried to prolong by holding me close.
“While you buy this car, I have to go back to work,” I purred over his full lips. “Come and find me later?”
“You can count on it.”
With Daniel here, it was hard to focus on work as I searched for him in every spare minute I had. So when the day was finally over, I basically dragged him back to my hotel. We’d been careful so far, but now, behind the closed doors of my room, there were no more reasons to hold back—
“Hold on,” Daniel gasped between kisses, half trying to catch his breath.
We’ve been holding on for too long already.
With my hands on his waist, I pushed him until his back slammed against the wall.
Collecting my body into his arms, Daniel pulled me with him as we continued to kiss until I spotted the bed from the corner of my eye.
I tugged on his bottom lip while undoing his pants, then, in a quick move, shoved him toward the bed.
“Sit down,” I ordered him in English because I knew he loved it. “And show me that cock,” I teased and enjoyed the smile on his face as he did what he was told.
After being away for almost two months, I was hungry to taste him so much it hurt, and finally about to, I couldn’t move faster.
Tossing my suit jacket on the floor, I unbuttoned my vest, then shirt, my eyes not leaving his the whole time.
He’d already gotten rid of his shirt, giving me a full view of his strong pecs dusted with just the right amount of hair to my liking.
But as I focused on his sexy nipples, a sharp pain in my head forced me to close my eyes.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, and I didn’t like the worry in his voice.
Opening my eyes, I cupped myself over my pants. “It will be once I have you in my mouth.”
The tension between his brows relaxed and he leaned back on his arms.
“Come over here.”
Not about to argue, I practically skipped the remaining distance to the bed. But just as I moved to kneel down between his thighs, there was an earthquake that made the whole room spin—
“Elliot!” Daniel gasped seconds before he caught me.
Once safe in his arms, I realized it wasn’t an earthquake, just me.
“I’m all good,” I chuckled, a bit shaken, then reached forward to pull out his dick. “I just lost balance—”
Hooking his finger under my chin, he nudged my head up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “You’re not okay,” he said while brushing his hand over my face, going all the way up until reaching my hair.
“I am.” I swallowed down my spit. “Now, let me blow you—”
“No.” He zipped back up his pants and stood. Next, he pulled me up from the floor and made me sit on the bed.
“Seriously, I’m okay.”
“You almost fainted.”
“It’s because I worked all day under the sun.”
I tried touching him again when he grabbed my wrist and crouched before me. The crease between his brows told me he hadn’t bought this excuse.
“Fine… I might have skipped a meal or two. But only because I was busy,” I muttered, not meeting his gaze. “Now, can we continue?”
“Absolutely not. We’re going out to eat.”
Letting out a sigh of frustration, I slumped back on the mattress with my arms spread wide. “Do you seriously prefer food over me?”
“Stop being dramatic and get up. I saw a nice place on our way here.”
Glancing at him, I pursed my lips, bitter that I’d have to wait even longer before I could have a proper taste.