He watches me for a moment, then his hand shoots out and grabs my chin before I can move a muscle. “I will, cara.”
I lean away, escaping his tender hold. “Keep dreaming. You’re not coming anywhere near my pussy.”
I might be wrong, but it seems like the corner of his lips curl upward a little bit. “If you don’t have a suitable dress, Alessandro will take you to buy one. I don’t want you going in that short disco-ball creation you wore at the bar. You need something that will cover your ass this time.”
“Oh? So you ogled my ass?”
“Of course I did,” he says, picks up his plate and carries it over to the dishwasher.
I watch as he walks away toward the private part of the penthouse, enjoying the view of his backside in charcoal dress pants, despite my better instincts. That ass is sexy as f
