Vincenzo sat reclined in a booth near the back, legs crossed like a king surveying his own kingdom. He was sipping on a glass of fireball whiskey, his dark eyes surveying. The quiet intensity made my desire for him bubble up, an intoxicating and heady feeling that made me anxious with each step I took towards him. And I swear, the man was even more handsome now, than the night he’d showed up at my home, and even more handsome than the night I’d slept with him. So, f*****g good-looking, it was almost criminal. His olive-tan skin seemed to glow under the dim club lights, highlighting the sharp angles of his clean-shaven jaw--dark hair that was perfectly styled, a tailored suit hugging his powerful frame, and the bulge in his pants. I took in a deep breath as I slowed down my pace. I didn’t w
