6. Sabrina
6
Sabrina
There’s nothing like a busy restaurant kitchen to distract a girl from thoughts of the super sexy mobster who took her virginity. Distraction isn’t quite accurate because nothing has been able to keep my mind off Braxton for the past week. Every free moment, every dull second and there he is, gorgeous and imposing and so sexy that time and again I found my hands soaked between my legs, replaying that night over and over.
But he didn’t call. It’s been a week and he hasn’t reached out. Sure I didn’t give him my last name or my phone number, but a guy like him can absolutely find out anything he wants to know about anyone. So clearly he doesn’t want to know about me. It’s a bummer but holy shit I slept with a guy and didn’t even give him my last name!
Who am I?
“You’re here until seven, right Sabrina?”
“Yes, chef.” I took another chef since I need the money and because I figure working will keep my mind off a certain raven haired kingpin.
“Good, after this fucking lunch rush I need to you start prepping the filet for the dinner special.”
“Yes, chef.” He’s a demanding boss but I’m a good worker and he values that so we work well together.
“Sabrina, someone is asking for you.” The hostess sounds bored and she leaves the kitchen before I can get anymore details out of her.
With a frown on my face, I wash and dry my hands before heading to the dining room, prepping myself for an angry diner because the satisfied ones always ask for the chef. The sight I see leaning against the bar stops me cold. “Brax. What are you doing here?” I risk my sanity by moving closer to him, only the bar separating us.
His blue gaze is on fire as he drinks me in. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Sabrina. I’ve tried and it’s fucking impossible. I need to see you again.”
I almost laugh except for the serious expression on his face, it’s intense and almost grumpy. “It’s been a week, Brax.”
He smiles at my unintended use of his nickname. “I’m no good for you Sabrina but right now I don’t fucking care. Tell me you haven’t been able to stop thinking about me and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Tell me to fuck off if you’ve moved on.”
I laugh. “Move on?” I lean forward so scant inches separate us. “Move on from the sexy as sin man who took my virginity and probably ruined me for all other men?”
His eyes light with amusement. “So you’re interested?”
“I might be,” I say as my smile grows bigger by the second.
“Have dinner with me tonight. My place.”
I arch my brow and he grins. “You can say booty call if that’s what this is.”
“It’s not. Do I want to lay you out have my way with you again? Fuck yes, but not until after dinner. I’ll explain it, I promise.”
There’s not one question in my mind about refusing this offer. Even if it is just another night of endless pleasure, I’m in. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. I keep reliving that night. Every moment.”
Desire heats his blue gaze. “Tonight. Seven-thirty. I’ll pick you up.”
“I get off at seven and I need to go home to shower and change.”
“Seven forty-five, then.”
I roll my eyes. “If you have to wait,” I began but Brax cut me off.
“Then I’ll be joining you in the shower. Don’t make me wait, Sweeting.”
What’s wrong with me that the sound of my last name on his lips dampens my panties? “See you soon, Brax.” I do my best to stay cool as I walk back to the kitchen, wash my hands and get back to work.
“Holy shit, girl. Merciless tracked you down! You must’ve rocked his world,” Angie whispers beside me while I work.
“Stop, Angie. He wants to have dinner again.”
“A date,” she squeals, that’s even better. “What are gonna wear?”
“Probably the green wrap dress and my deep green lingerie.” It’s the nicest lingerie I own and I want Brax to tear it off me.
“Good luck,” she says with eyes full of excitement. “And be careful.”
Both pieces of advice are on my mind as I rush home to get ready for my date with Brax Mercy. It’s unbelievable but my plan is to enjoy it. It would be cool if this is more than a few dates and orgasms but I’m not na?ve and everyone knows Merciless doesn’t date.
Still, when he rings the bell I answer with a giddiness I haven’t experienced before. We settle into the back of his black Jaguar and he takes my hand in his, but the silence is almost suffocating. I’m too wound up so I turn and look at the gorgeous man beside me and I smile. “How was your day, Brax?”
He lays a high-wattage grin on me that might’ve buckled my knees if I wasn’t sitting. “Good, thanks. Better after lunch. I got a lot done after I saw you.”
I should try to hide my smile, hide how good his words make me feel, but I don’t. I smile back. “Happy I could help.”
His laugh is deep and rich and I know I’ll never get enough of the sound.