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“Yes.” I smirk as I slam the door shut. I go around and get into the driver’s seat. “I’m only going to make love to you once in the missionary position instead of fucking you six times on your knees.”
“That’s presumptuous.” She smirks as we pull out into the traffic.
I take her hand and put it on my thigh. I want her hands on me when she sits next to me… wherever she is. I have to be touching her. It’s an urge I cannot control.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To my favorite restaurant.”
“Tell me they have pasta.”
I pick up her hand and kiss her fingertips. Her joy is contagious. “They have the best pasta in all of Italy.”
“It’s a wonder we got in on a Friday night, then.”
I smile. She’s oblivious to the pull that I have. “Yes, very lucky,” I reply as I keep my eyes on the road. I glance in the rearview mirror at the security cars trailing us. There’s trouble brewing at work with threats coming in left, right and center now. Security around me has never been so high. It’s not exactly the right time to start a torrid affair of the heart.
I pull into the parking lot, open her door, and we walk into the restaurant.
“Mr. Ferrara.” Mario smiles. “Come in, come in, sir.”
We weave through the tables until we get to my favorite spot. He pulls out Olivia’s chair and she takes a seat. He hands us our menus.
“We will have a margarita and a Amaro please,” I ask.
“Of course, sir. I’ll leave you alone and come and take your food order soon.”
Olivia smiles as she looks around at the glamorous space. “Well, this is special.”
“Like you.” I kiss her hand. “What are you eating, my love?”
Her eyes linger on my face. “What?” I ask.
“I like it when you call me your love.”
You are. Stop it.
I open the menu to distract her. “The linguini is spectacular.”
“Hmm, all my cardio training is going down the drain tonight. Carbohydrate coma, here I come.”
“Your drinks.” Mario puts our drinks on the table. “I will give you some more time.”
Olivia holds up her margarita glass, and I clink it with mine. I smile and go back to reading the menu.
“I’ve had a good day, you know?” Olivia says.
“Why is that?”
“I went to the gym and found an apartment.”
I look up. “You found an apartment?”
“Yes, it’s lovely, and not far from my work and my gym.”
I keep reading my menu and exhale as I try to keep my cool. “I don’t know where I want you to live yet.”
She looks up, surprised by my statement. “What is that supposed to mean?”
