Dario 8.
I wait in the hall, ignoring the odd looks of my men. I know why they cast me inquisitive glances…Sophie Schlay has turned this compound on its head. Desi and Oleg have taken a liking to her.
After Sophie’s video call with her family, Moshe and I spoke privately.
He asked for her to remain in my care for a little longer while they handled the fallout from dismantling Teuling’s network.
There was more than one high-ranking government official involved.
I would have agreed regardless, she has been a breath of fresh air in El Fuego de los Muertos compound.
The crux of my problem is that the emotions she freely shared on that call, the way she spoke to the Goldman girl, forced me to notice things about a woman I have never bothered to pay attention to.
The depth of her feelings for her family, blood or choice, was humbling.
I wanted to know what it felt like to be on the receiving end of such fierce loyalty and love.
I could no sooner cut off my own hand than resist drawing her into my lap and offering whatever measly comfort I could provide for her.
It was disconcerting to say the least. Not to mention the amount of offered pussy I’ve turned away since she came striding into my life buck naked and full of confidence.
My skin itches just thinking about it. It disturbs me the hold she has over me.
It is ill-advised in my line of work to form such attachments.
And yet…
I straighten my posture when Sophie begins the descent down the grand staircase.
Dressed in navy joggers and a grey V-neck, she’s effortlessly beautiful despite the casualness of her dress.
I approach the stairs with a smile that she returns easily.
Holding my elbow out, she hooks her arm with mine, her tinkling laughter a welcome sound.
I escort her into the dining room, her footsteps faltering for just a moment seeing the intimate two person setting.
Normally, my sister and her family or my brother join us, but I asked them to eat elsewhere, wanting to spend an evening alone with Sophie.
They teased me mercilessly, but I was adamant that I have an opportunity to get to know her one-on-one.
Since we found her, she’s shared every meal with us. The only person missing is my uncle Belizaro. He’s been away on business for El Fuego, but I know Desi and Oleg have filled him in by now on our houseguest. Knowing Beli, he will like her just as much as the rest of my family.
I pull out her chair, reluctantly releasing her arm.
Her confused chuckle as I push in her chair turns into a gasp when I trail my nose along the column of her neck with a hum before draping her napkin over her lap.
I take my seat and hold up my glass of rum.
She picks up the wine glass at her setting and raises it with a smile.
“I sure hope your toasts are better than Tovah’s.” Having witnessed Tovah Frenkel’s antics already, I shake my head with a grin.
“May the journey to our next destination taste as good as dinner and twice as filling.”
“In bed.” She clinks her glass against mine and takes a hearty sip of the wine before I’ve processed her words. I chuckle as the rum burns pleasantly down my throat. “Sorry, not sorry. Tovah’s toasts are usually a little more ribald than that.”
“I can only imagine.”
The doors to the kitchen open and two servers enter with large plates filled with food.
Sophie moans as she inhales the scents greedily and I subtly adjust my cock beneath the table.
One of the servers drops the plates on the table in front of Sophie.
She jumps in her seat, looking down at her lap and then up to the server.
“Lo siento.”
Sophie smirks glancing at me then remarks in perfect Spanish, “Los accidentes pasan (accidents happen).”
The other server slides my plate in front of me, trailing her hand up my arm and across my shoulders as she turns to take her leave. Sophie picks up her fork but waits for me to pick up mine before she starts eating.
Conversation flows between us as we eat.
We talk about the beach town, and I offer to take her to see the sights.
Naturally, we discuss our families, though I steer clear of my parents.
She regales me with tales of the unknown side of the Kosher Nostra.
Her excitement for a joint wedding coming up in a couple of weeks is contagious.
“I look forward to seeing how a three-couple wedding works exactly.”
She tilts her head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean? Oh, did they invite you?”
“In a way. I am your escort north for the festivities. Moshe has asked that I accompany you and provide additional security.” Her sensual lips tip into a soft smile that is far more distracting than I’d like.
How would they feel against mine? Sucking the skin of my body? Wrapped around my aching cock?
Hungry for something other than food, I push my plate away and sit back in my chair. “Would you care to join me for a nightcap?” The question is innocuous enough on the surface, but she’s a smart woman and doesn’t miss my intention.
“In your room?” I nod with a smug grin, already picturing how her pale skin would look against my dark sheets. Will she let me eat her until my jaw aches and her body is spent or will she demand I fuck her into the mattress—
“Paso, gracias (I’ll pass, thanks).”
“What?” I jerk upright. Did she just say—
She stands, carefully placing her napkin on the table. It’s only then I realize how much food the server spilled in her lap. “Goodnight, Senor Diaz.” She strides from the dining room, confident and graceful as ever while I sit with my mouth open in shock.