Chapter 13
Mancini
Did they have to be so fucking obvious? I mean seriously, after all this time you’d think they’d have upped their game. They might as well have been wearing a sign that said G-men. She on the other hand was looking exceptionally pretty in her off the shoulder blouse, which is all I could see of her outfit from my vantage point across the room. Her hair fell in curls to her shoulders and I noticed her little butterfly pin slash camera, was pinned to her blouse again. I approached with an air of nonchalance even though I had no doubt the place was bugged to pick up even the fall of lint from my cuff if there was any. I flashed my boyish grin to unnerve her as soon she caught sight of me. I’ve been told that it’s very disarming to the opposite sex. Watching that blush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders, I was reminded of what she looked like when I watched her in her bed the night before. Sweetly innocent and yet so fucking alluring, it won’t be long now, I could feel the burn in my gut the need that wouldn’t be assuaged until I’d taken her. I had the feeling that when I did finally have her beneath me it was going to take a very long time to slate my lust.
“Good evening Cierra.”
“Hank.”
She seems a little more nervous than the other night and I wondered if it was because of our audience or her natural reaction to me the man?
“So how are you finding our fair city? Visited the shops as yet?” I took my seat across from her.
“I’ve done some shopping yes.”
No you haven’t you spent the first part of the day with your colleagues trying to figure out where and what I did last night. My easy smile gave nothing of my inner thoughts away, picking up my menu I scanned our surroundings from beneath my lashes they might be more than one variable here after all and it always paid to be careful.
Cierra
After a pretty awkward start the evening progressed rather smoothly, he’d pretty much demolished my feeling of calm with his first smile and it had taken me a while to get back on even footing and I was finally able to put on my professional cap and remember why I was here. Maybe having ears and eyes on me helped keep me focused whatever it was I was grateful, I had a hard enough time keeping things light. There were times when it seemed Mancini was playing games, he kept making a point of being suggestive, not that he was overly lewd or anything like that no he’s too much the gentleman for that, but it seemed he was trying to get under my skin with every word.
“So what is it that you do again Sierra?”
“I’m in acquisitions.” I took a sip of my wine to take my eyes off of his, he was looking right into me as if he knew my every secret it was to say the least very unnerving.
“Really what is it that you acquire?” There he goes again with that knowing look and my traitorous feelings were no help either, each time he looked at me like that as if he would like nothing better than to take me right there at the table my heart tripped and my blood heated. I was beginning to realize that he would always have this effect on me, that no matter how much I steeled myself against it, against him he will always make me melt. I have no real experience with this need I had for him, the feelings he seemed to call forth so effortlessly; he made me question myself. I’d come here with my own doubts as to his guilt to begin with and so far I’d seen nothing to suggest that he was indeed the man they’d painted him to be all these years, instead he was just guilty of knocking my carefully structured world off its axis.
“Things; how about you Mr. Mancini I mean Hank apart from the nightclub business what else if anything do you do? Or is it true what they say about you?”
“And what’s that Cierra what is it that they say?”
“Well word around town is that you’re a playboy heavy on the play.” I finally looked back at him because suddenly I needed to know the answer to this more than anything.
“One shouldn’t believe everything they hear it could prove to be a danger.”
“Why so ominous?”
“Am I? I thought it was adhering to a known school of thought, it’s a very dangerous thing to believe everything you hear without first getting the facts for oneself.”
“And what are the facts?”
“A bit personal don’t you think especially after you made a point of telling me how intrusive I was the other night?”