“Lucia, Lucia...” I love the way he pants my name.
“Yes,” I gasp, wanting this more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.
He groans, his body going deep into mine. I can feel the bliss radiating through him as he loses himself to me.
We lay there for a while after that. My breathing takes a while to slow down, while Dante seems to catch his almost immediately. He lays there, looking at me, rubbing his fingers up and down my body. I smile at him while tracing the lines of his muscles gently.
“I have to go,” he says after a long time. “I don't want to, but I do.”
I sigh. We never should have done this in the first place. He doesn't know who I really am. I feel a little guilty, but I'm still high on an orgasm, so I don't really feel as guilty as I should.
“Can I see you again?” I ask, watching him as he stands up and starts to pull his boxers back up.
“Tomorrow?” he asks.
I frown. “I have to work. It's important. Maybe the next day?”
We are supposed to meet in two days. I have this quick fantasy of telling him that I'm actually his new fiancee at our family sponsored date. He'd smile and laugh. We'd have a wonderful time.
I hope that's how it goes. I can also see him getting angry at my deception. I know I would be upset if we were reversed.
His brow darkens. He runs his hand through his dark hair and looks up at the ceiling.
“Sorry, I can't. I have to meet someone for my family.”
“That doesn't sound bad,” I say.
His shoulders slump. “I hate to tell you this, but it's the woman my parents want me to marry. I should have told you, but...” He shrugs. “I wanted you.”
I heat hearing him say that. I like knowing that he wants me.
“You didn't make me any promises. Do you know what she looks like at least?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I was shown his picture. Did he not see mine?
“Did you know that veils were used so that a groom wouldn't see how ugly his new arranged marriage bride was until it was too late?” He shrugs. “It's kind of like that. It's better for me not to know.”
He's afraid that I'm going to be ugly. A part of me smiles. He's in for a nice surprise.
“Maybe she'll be the girl of your dreams,” I tell him.
He shrugs and pulls on his shirt. I'm sad to see his bare skin disappear. He looks over at me, a sadness in his dark eyes.
“I doubt it.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead.
“Well, you know where I live now,” I tell him. “Maybe you can come see me again if she doesn't work out.”
He doesn't smile as he looks away. He puts on his pants.
“I had a really great time with you tonight,” he says, looking over at me. He stands up. “Thanks for tonight.”
He kisses my forehead one last time and then leaves my apartment.
I stare after him, still laying naked in my bed. He thinks he's going to have to marry someone terrible. I'm actually sort of looking forward to officially meeting him now.
Chapter 6
“It has been a pleasure seeing you again, Chief O'Brien,” I say with a smile. I'm standing in a fancy hotel ballroom surrounded by powerful people. I wear a dark blue dress that makes me look like I belong here. I look like a socialite.
Today, is a local fundraiser for the police force. A fancy dinner at a hotel with a silent auction afterwards with the intent to raise money. I'm here representing the Savio Mattress Company.