Which was a wise decision.
What’s-Her-Face ran her hand down my back. “Bosco?”
I ignored her.
“Come to bed.”
If I wanted to be in bed with her, she wouldn’t have to ask. “I need to get up early, so you should get going.” Just as Carmen blew me off, I dismissed this woman with the same indifference. I rose to my feet and pulled on my boxers, annoyed all over again that Carmen could forget about me the instant I left her apartment. She never asked me to stay. The second she was finished with me, she disposed of me like an old condom.
Why did that make me so angry?
Was it just my ego?
Or was it something else?
“I’m too tired to get up,” What’s-Her-Name whispered, staying under my sheets.
I turned back to her, disgusted with her clinginess. “Don’t make me ask you again.” I threw her dress at her and walked out.
Carmen went out that night with a few friends. They hung out a club for most of the night, drinking and dancing. It wasn’t long after that when a good-looking guy worked up the courage to buy her a drink.
I sat in the corner, my dozen men spaced out around the club. I had a booth to myself, and anytime a woman tried to approach me, one of my men shooed her away. Carmen didn’t notice since she was distracted by many other things.
One of my men took a scan of the guy’s face and instantly relayed the information to me. “Early thirties. Divorced. Has a young daughter. Works as an assistant professor at the university. He teaches mathematics.”
Basically, he was the most boring guy on the planet. “Thanks, Rio. Get rid of him.” I stood up and straightened my leather jacket before I made my way across the room and to Carmen at the bar. I knew my men would get rid of the guy before I arrived, so I didn’t take my time, ignoring the disappointed looks women gave me when I didn’t notice them.
I approached her from behind, seeing her in a purple dress with black heels. It fit her hourglass figure perfectly, the beautiful curve of her hips, and showed off her gorgeous long legs.
That guy didn’t deserve five minutes of her time.
No, he didn’t deserve a second of her time.
She stood there alone, a scotch in her hand.
It was so sexy that she drank scotch.
I brushed her shoulder as I passed, then stood in front of her, watching the surprise on her face when she realized it was me. But quickly, she covered it up, putting on an impressive poker face. “I sincerely hope you aren’t the reason Pietro just left.”
I grabbed her glass and took a drink. “I don’t like to lie, so I’ll just say nothing instead.”
Her green eyes narrowed in instant hostility. “Bosco, this isn’t funny.”
“I’m not trying to make you laugh. You know I only like to make you come.”
She kept up her angry expression, but I knew her rage had simmered down slightly. “I want you to leave.”
“No, you don’t.” I moved closer to her, my chest nearly touching hers. I wrapped her in my cologne and my presence, letting her feel my immense power. I had this entire club under my control, and she didn’t even realize it. My hand went to her waistline, and I gave her a gentle squeeze, reminding her she belonged to me even if she forgot. “He’s divorced with a kid. That’s not what you’re looking for.”
Her eyes narrowed again. “You had no right to tell me that.”
“I have the right to do whatever I want. I’m sure he was going to keep that information to himself as long as possible.”
“So what?” she countered, her eyes flashing with irritation. “There’s nothing wrong with being divorced and having a child.”
“There’s not. But that’s not what you’re looking for. You told me you want to fall in love with the right guy and spend the rest of your life with him. You aren’t going to do that picking up a guy in a bar.”
“An alleyway is better?”
“I never said I was the right guy. But I’m better than him. You really want to go home with some guy and have mediocre sex?”
“I don’t screw every guy I meet. I usually have a date or two first, not that it’s any of your business.”
“Well, that wasn’t going to go anywhere.”
“How would I know?” she asked. “You run off every guy I talk to.”
“And you’re welcome.”
Rage flashed in her eyes, and she moved for her glass, ready to throw it in my face.
I got there quicker, moving the glass out of her reach without taking my eyes off her. “Listen to me.”
“Listen to you?” she hissed. “You literally watch every move I make. It’s fucking annoying.”
“I don’t, actually. But it seems that way, doesn’t it?”