Chapter Four
(Cesare)
Cesare leaned in further. She had spunk, but her moments of shyness were so endearing it was messing with his head. Not to mention her soft curves, her fucking fiery hair, and those pillowy, kissable lips. He wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone else before.
“Hey. Look at me.” He commanded, voice low and patient.
Her gaze lifted to meet his own once again in the stillness of the empty cafe.
“Well done.” He grinned. “Have you ever thought about going to law school?”
She gave a soft laugh and shook her head. “My interests lie elsewhere.”
The red head looked away once more, and Cesare relished the subtle intake of breath and slight flush to her cheeks; the bashful but curious expression that kept peeking through. He knew that look.
She had the look of someone experiencing something new. Something that required guidance. That thought, more than anything, brought Cesare back to center; brought him back to a place of discipline and control.
“You’re right to protect access to your life.” Cesare intoned. “You don’t know me, but I would like to get to know you.”
“What’s your name?” Sabrina asked curiously.
“Cesare Lombardi.” He grinned. “What’s yours?” He asked.
“Sabrina. Sabrina Hamilton.” She answered with a soft smile.
“What are you doing tonight, Sabrina Hamilton?” Cesare asked.
“I have plans.” She paused. “But I’m free Friday night.”
“Friday is three days away, Sabrina.” He replied in a very serious tone.
“Yes, it is Cesare.” She nodded, hazel eyes sparkling.
“I’ll take it.” He flashed another roguish grin as he looked at her mouth. “Do you have any cinnamon rolls left?”
Sabrina shook her head silently, the sparkle in her eye taking on a somewhat guilty inflection.
He eyed her suspiciously. “I think you’re lying.” Cesare surmised, crossing his arms.
“I have half of one left.” She shrugged sheepishly.
“Give it to me.” He softly requested, holding out a waiting hand.
(Sabrina POV)
Sabrina paused, feeling oddly conflicted at the desire to actually follow the direction. “It’s mine.” She retorted with a voice that sounded high and unusually innocent to her ears.
“Do you trust me?” Cesare asked calmly, leaving his hand out, palm up.
Sabrina’s chest gave an odd twist as she held Cesare’s gaze. This was a test, and she was curious to see where it went. Leaning into her curiosity, Sabrina reached for the small napkin beneath the counter and slowly placed it in Cesare’s hand.
“How are you feeling?” He asked gently.
She blinked before looking up from the remaining cinnamon roll in the napkin to meet Cesare's patiently expecting gaze.
“I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous.” She answered wryly.
“You gave me something that means something to you, with the hope that it will end well. That’s brave of you, but I think it’s perfectly reasonable to feel nervous.”
“Thank you.” Sabrina whispered, feeling warm and soft inside at the praise. “What are you going to do with it?” She asked.
“Open your mouth.” He answered, picking the cinnamon roll up.
She obeyed, her eyes beautifully luminous and watching every move he made. He held the last few bites of her cinnamon roll against her lips. “Take a bite, Sabrina.”
She took a small bite and chewed, eyeing him with a delicate blush.
“Swallow.” He gently instructed.
She inhaled sharply, and he fought the urge to groan when she obeyed on command.
“Very good, Sabrina.” He praised. “Would you like another bite?”
Sabrina nodded, eyes blown wide with lust as she opened her mouth expectantly.
“So damn good at this.” He rumbled, as she accepted what he gave her.
Cesare fed her a few more bites, and Sabrina obediently took each one; something soft and warm and fuzzy growing within her each time.
Two bites eventually remained, and Cesare bit into the pastry. He made a low rumbling sound. “This is very good, Sabrina.” He complimented. “I’ll have to come back tomorrow for more.”
Sabrina blushed. “I would like that.”
(Cesare POV)
“Thank you for trusting me, Sabrina.” He murmured, eyes darkening as his gaze went back to her lips. “I’m going to give you the last piece and then I’m going to give you my card and leave. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He spoke evenly.
Sabrina nodded wordlessly, wide-eyed. Her beautiful copper curls glinted a brilliant gold in the afternoon sun filtering through the cafe windows.
Cesare pressed the last bite gently into her mouth and swiped her lip with his thumb before bringing it to his own mouth, licking frosting from the digit.
Sabrina watched with rapt attention.
“Swallow.” He gently ordered, rewarding her with a devilishly innocent grin as she obeyed the command.
Sabrina’s cheeks went pink once more and she looked away, her innocent shyness making his blood rush. She was beautiful. And she was going to be his.
A surge of something heated and primal shot through him as he thought about all the ways he was going to take her, teach her, and keep her exactly where she belonged: in his bed and around his cock.
But intuition warned him he had to be careful with this one.
She was a wild, brightly colored bird, wide-eyed and soft-feathered, and easily spooked.
Cesare pulled out his wallet and opened it, handing her a hundred-dollar bill. “When you’re off work, I want you to use this to do something that brings you pleasure. And when I come back tomorrow, you'll tell me what that was. Will you do that for me, Sabrina?” He asked.
She nodded dumbly and accepted the hundred. “Thank you.” She nodded with a slow smile. “I’ll do that.”
“Good girl.” He grinned, soaking in one last look at her beautiful long copper hair and soft curves before leaving the coffee shop, feeling like he’d just found a million dollars.