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Authors: Serenity King, Pepper Pace, Aliyah Burke, Erosa Knowles, Latrivia Nelson, Tianna Laveen, Bridget Midway, Yvette Hines
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a leg, thigh, and ass man, so her tease stirred him.
“I make shoes,” she said proudly. “I sat my mother and father down and showed them my true passion. My portfolio. I’m a designer. I’ve been making clothes for as long as I can remember. Sewing for all of my aunts and sisters. I’m really good too. And I wanted this opportunity at Mirabella’s to prove it. My parents don’t speak to me anymore. Neither do my sisters. All I have is Jamie and a bunch of shoes only she and I wear,” she sighed.
“So you giving up?” he asked.
She walked over to him. He admired the sexy sway of her hips. She stepped around his chair. Her hand slowly brushed from his wrist to his shoulder as it went up his arm. “I’m not giving up.” She leaned in and spoke against his ear. “I’m giving in.”
He looked her over and their lips nearly brushed but she drew away. She walked around to sit before him again. “I see the way you look at me, Renaldo. Especially tonight. You like me.”
Renaldo chuckled.
“To answer your question I’m twenty-three. I’m unmarried, unattached, and attracted to you. Or haven’t you noticed?”
Renaldo turned up the last of his wine and swallowed it down. He set his glass over to the side table next to his chair.
“Your turn. Who are you?” she asked.
He pushed up from his chair and stood. He towered over her but their eyes never unchained from the tension brewing between them. “ Mi chiamo Renaldo Cracchilio . And yes. I find you beautiful. Mi piaci .” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. She responded with the lower of her long dark lashes over her lovely brown eyes. She was indeed seductive. Her skin felt as smooth as velvet. He loved the rich dark hue of it. His boss, the Don, had married a black American woman. Lorenzo the underboss and cousin to the Don had chosen Marietta to wed. She was the Don’s wife’s sister. The entrance of these women into their world had puzzled the men. They were traditionalists, distrustful of those different than them, and devoted to their culture and people. Most men would not make the same choice. Like his bosses, he was not like most men. Renaldo fought against the urge to explore the mystery.
“I will see you to your car.”
She blinked at him. She was stunned.
He was drawn to a meeker type of woman. If he met aggression in a mate, he quickly became the aggressor. It was in his DNA. And women who understood the rules of pleasuring a man like him had only satisfied his sexual appetite. Kyra was too different on many levels to qualify. Her youth, her fire, her sexual aggression, and defiant contrary nature would require more energy than he could afford. He was paid to protect the Battaglia women. To remain aware of enemies in America that lurked inside and outside of the company that came too close. He hadn’t come to America to know the pretty shoe maker. He had a job, and already he had forgotten his most important rule. He hadn’t called Dominic and reported on the closing of the event.
“ Andiamo bella .” He took her hand.
She didn’t hide her disappointment. In fact she refused his hand and glared as if insulted by his rejection. American women were strange. What she offered so willingly was something no stranger should receive. A man should pursue and earn her affections, not indulge her misery by exploiting her sexual desires. A lesson the young Kyra obviously had never been taught or simply refused to learn. He walked her out of the private dining room. He kept a few paces behind her. The hostess immediately went in search of her coat. Kyra averted her gaze. Yes, he had indeed blown a chance with this angel. Pity.
Maybe a cold shower would help him overcome his well-guarded disappointment.
Renaldo accepted her coat and helped her slip it on. Together they went to the elevator.
“Can we forget I… propositioned you? I don’t want any trouble at work,” she mumbled.
Renaldo touched her hair. She flinched
“I make shoes,” she said proudly. “I sat my mother and father down and showed them my true passion. My portfolio. I’m a designer. I’ve been making clothes for as long as I can remember. Sewing for all of my aunts and sisters. I’m really good too. And I wanted this opportunity at Mirabella’s to prove it. My parents don’t speak to me anymore. Neither do my sisters. All I have is Jamie and a bunch of shoes only she and I wear,” she sighed.
“So you giving up?” he asked.
She walked over to him. He admired the sexy sway of her hips. She stepped around his chair. Her hand slowly brushed from his wrist to his shoulder as it went up his arm. “I’m not giving up.” She leaned in and spoke against his ear. “I’m giving in.”
He looked her over and their lips nearly brushed but she drew away. She walked around to sit before him again. “I see the way you look at me, Renaldo. Especially tonight. You like me.”
Renaldo chuckled.
“To answer your question I’m twenty-three. I’m unmarried, unattached, and attracted to you. Or haven’t you noticed?”
Renaldo turned up the last of his wine and swallowed it down. He set his glass over to the side table next to his chair.
“Your turn. Who are you?” she asked.
He pushed up from his chair and stood. He towered over her but their eyes never unchained from the tension brewing between them. “ Mi chiamo Renaldo Cracchilio . And yes. I find you beautiful. Mi piaci .” He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. She responded with the lower of her long dark lashes over her lovely brown eyes. She was indeed seductive. Her skin felt as smooth as velvet. He loved the rich dark hue of it. His boss, the Don, had married a black American woman. Lorenzo the underboss and cousin to the Don had chosen Marietta to wed. She was the Don’s wife’s sister. The entrance of these women into their world had puzzled the men. They were traditionalists, distrustful of those different than them, and devoted to their culture and people. Most men would not make the same choice. Like his bosses, he was not like most men. Renaldo fought against the urge to explore the mystery.
“I will see you to your car.”
She blinked at him. She was stunned.
He was drawn to a meeker type of woman. If he met aggression in a mate, he quickly became the aggressor. It was in his DNA. And women who understood the rules of pleasuring a man like him had only satisfied his sexual appetite. Kyra was too different on many levels to qualify. Her youth, her fire, her sexual aggression, and defiant contrary nature would require more energy than he could afford. He was paid to protect the Battaglia women. To remain aware of enemies in America that lurked inside and outside of the company that came too close. He hadn’t come to America to know the pretty shoe maker. He had a job, and already he had forgotten his most important rule. He hadn’t called Dominic and reported on the closing of the event.
“ Andiamo bella .” He took her hand.
She didn’t hide her disappointment. In fact she refused his hand and glared as if insulted by his rejection. American women were strange. What she offered so willingly was something no stranger should receive. A man should pursue and earn her affections, not indulge her misery by exploiting her sexual desires. A lesson the young Kyra obviously had never been taught or simply refused to learn. He walked her out of the private dining room. He kept a few paces behind her. The hostess immediately went in search of her coat. Kyra averted her gaze. Yes, he had indeed blown a chance with this angel. Pity.
Maybe a cold shower would help him overcome his well-guarded disappointment.
Renaldo accepted her coat and helped her slip it on. Together they went to the elevator.
“Can we forget I… propositioned you? I don’t want any trouble at work,” she mumbled.
Renaldo touched her hair. She flinched
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