Pastries & Flirting
Alejandro
We had left Antonino’s place and were heading back; my mind was still reeling with everything that had happened. I had straight away told Matteo what happened. He had said he would deal with it and to leave it to him. I knew they had been friends as he had protected Antonino’s identity.
We were a few hours’ drive from Verona, and the weather was scorching hot, although it wasn’t even midday yet, and I could tell even in the air-conditioned car that Kiara was going to fucking feel it when we stepped out.
She had asked if we could stop an hour ago before she had fallen asleep.
The driver had said he knew of a good place where we could stop on our way back.
I glanced over at her. What with the fact that we had been out and about since yesterday, I could see she was fucking exhausted.
Her eyes were shut, and her breasts rose and fell with every deep breath she took as she caught up on some sleep.
Fuck did she look good in that sexy outfit of hers, although I knew she’d look far fucking better naked.
Or even better, wrapping those tits around my dick so I could fuck them until I came over that gorgeous face of hers.
“Where would you like me to stop, sir?” I pushed the thoughts away, trying not to get hard right there.
“You can stop here,” I told the driver in Italian.
We had just gotten into the middle of a town, not far from Antonino’s place. Looking out, I spotted a bakery and remembered the promise I had made to her yesterday. Despite the weather, the place was packed. Even though I had my aura reined in, people could still sense it.
“Ah, of course, sir. Will you be okay from here?” The driver asked in Italian.
“Yeah, we will. We won’t be long,” I replied, unsure if I had said that correctly. Kiara smirked, and I knew it was because my Italian wasn’t the fucking best. What was she expecting? Raf was the only one from us who spoke fluently, and I thought Rayhan could. Fuckers.
You sound sexy speaking in Italian.
Yeah, we both know I fucking don’t.
You do when you call me Amore Mio, she responded teasingly.
You’re mocking me. I gave her a cold glare. I’ll be punishing you later.
Can’t wait, same her seductive reply.
Kiara thanked him for the ride, telling him to take a break and go for a stretch before I opened the door and stepped out into the open, holding the door for her.
She got out gracefully, adjusting her top over her breasts, making my attention fall to them.
Fuck, was she hotter than fire. The urge to take her down a deserted street and bury my dick between her breasts sounded like a good fucking idea.
We were in a cobbled town centre, with a variety of shops and shit all around.
There was a fountain in the centre and as much as I wanted to just go to the bakery and leave, seeing Kiara’s eyes widen as she looked around with curiosity made me fucking hesitate.
We had been in Italy twice since we’d been together, but this wasn’t a place we had come to, and by the looks of it, her eyes had fallen on that small bakery.
“Want to stop over to grab something to eat?” I asked.
“Can we?” She asked, her eyes sparkling.
“Guess so.”
“Great! Raven texted, and she said I needed to try this certain pastry, which apparently, I loved on our last visit…” she trailed off and looked up at me with a wave of sadness filling her eyes.
“Maritozzi or some shit like that. It’s sweetened bread with cream inside of it,” I replied, remembering how things had gotten a little messy with those in a fucking good way.
“Yeah, those are the ones Raven mentioned.” She smiled, grabbing my hand as she hurried towards the bakery. Seemed like Liam had gotten them two talking again. I was glad, not wanting her to feel any further doubt, especially with the fact that the Djinn still had some level of hold over her.
I pushed the door to the bakery open. The smell of dozens of freshly baked treats was actually fucking appealing, but the place was too fucking packed, although Kiara didn’t seem to fucking mind.
We walked over to the counter, waiting until the few people ahead of us were served.
A built, tattooed man wearing an apron was behind the counter, a big fucking grin on his face.
Not sure what he was finding fucking joy in.
Kiara scanned the display of treats, and I felt my heart squeeze, remembering how she loved to bake.
“You loved to bake,” I remarked, placing my hand on her ass.
“I did?”
“Yeah.” I cupped her neck with my free hand, pulling her close and kissing her passionately as I squeezed her ass.
“What did you like the most? From what I baked I mean?” She asked me when we broke apart, her cheeks coated a pretty shade of pink as she tried to ignore the stares we were getting.
“Your brownies,” I said when we finally got to the counter, where the fucker who was reminding me of someone else flashed Kiara a smile.
“Hey, Bellissima, what pleasure can I offer you today?” The fucker asked with a suggestive wink that made Kiara blush. Why the fuck was he speaking Italian when he was obviously fucking American? Dickhead.
“How about you stop fucking flirting and-”
“Could we get some Maritozzi? And what else would you recommend?” Kiara cut in quickly, placing a hand on my arm.
“With your face and that accent, I can get you anything you want... although maybe something a little less sweet. You look sweet enough, gorgeous.”
Okay, this fucker was getting on my last damn nerve. Why the fuck did I even come into this fucking place?
“Thanks… but I’m not that sweet. So I’ll take some Maritozzi. You have beautiful eyes.” Did she actually just fucking compliment this fucker? What the fuck was amazing about his eyes? Blue, I hated that shade of blue.
“Thank you, beautiful.” Stop smiling. “Yes, they’re real, no, they’re not contacts, and absolutely, I can step around this counter so you can get a closer look,” the fucker remarked with a wink.
Does he want me to gouge his precious blue eyes out?
“Wouldn’t mind getting a better view of your ink anyway.
..” he added, making Kiara blush lightly.
“No, it’s okay! They’re startling, I can see them from here… what would you like?” Kiara replied quickly before turning to me and giving me a warm smile. She sure fucking knew I was ready to lose my shit. I grabbed her elbow, pulling her against my chest. I did not need this fucker eyeing her tits.
“Do you have croissants?” I growled, glaring coldly at the fucker behind the counter. He was pissing me off with his irritating, flirty attitude. His smile vanished and he nervously scratched the back of his neck.
“I, umm... the last batch I was in charge of wasn’t great, kind of got distracted. The boss man won’t let me near them again, but I’ll see if he’s got any fresh ones out back for you, my man.” He smiled as if he couldn’t sense my fucking displeasure. Americans…
“Yeah, distracted fucking flirting with every woman that passes through. Maybe if you focused on your damn job, this shit wouldn’t happen. And do not call me your man,” I growled.
“Alejandro… be nice. We’ll just take the Maritozzi and some Cannoli, please. He doesn’t need croissants,” Kiara added quickly. It was obvious she was trying to be quick. Well, good, because I was getting sick of looking at fuckers who smiled for no damn reason.
You’re so grumpy, my love. She giggled through the bond.
Yeah, well, I don’t like people hitting on my woman.
He was only being nice.
Nice, my fucking foot. I knew a player when I saw one. The fucker in question packed the damn pastries, holding them out to Kiara.
“Here you go, call it six euros? A smile like yours adding so much beauty to this place definitely deserves a discount.” He winked so much it’s like he had a tick.
“Thank you so much. It was nice meeting you…” Kiara smiled.
“Kage. And the pleasure was all mine…”
“Kiara.”
“Okay, if you’re both fucking done, let’s get out of here,” I growled, placing a twenty-note on the counter. I did not need his damn discount. I pulled Kiara closer as she turned and mouthed a thank you. I kept my hand firmly around her waist and led her out of there. Fucker.
Stepping out into the open, Kiara pulled away.
“Were you jealous? He was so sweet.” She smiled slightly.
“He wasn’t fucking sweet; he was irritating as fuck,” I growled.
“You are still the most handsome, sweetest man in the world.” She smiled, and I knew she fucking meant it, too.
“I ain’t fucking sweet.”
I noticed a couple step out of a sports car across the street, but they were acting fucking suspiciously.
The man was big and probably my height. Nah, maybe a tad fucking shorter, but he had an aura of power around him.
His eyes were sharp as he scanned the area.
Although I could smell they were humans, that one was dangerous.
The mixed-race woman behind him was slim, but her volume of curls made her hard to miss.
The man was looking in my direction. I was about to ignore them when I tensed, hearing what the young woman was saying.
“… werewolf books, and that guy right there is her fantasy come to life. I just want to send her a picture of what an alpha really looks like... Oh, I really considered sending her a photo of you, too. You’re just not quite pretty enough.” Werewolf books?
Is she on about you? Kiara asked through the link, curiously glancing towards the man, although all we could see was her curly hair from behind him.
No fucking idea, I replied, about to walk towards the car that was awaiting us.
They were almost in front of us. I was about to step to the side when the man did the same, stepping in the opposite direction, and the wild-haired woman stumbled, crashing straight into me. I caught her by her shoulders, frowning coldly.