Chapter 10
Stefano
I stand out on the floor, scanning it for Corey. She’s not late, but I’m impatient. I texted her and told her she wouldn’t be out on the floor tonight and to wear a dress. She didn’t respond. I probably should’ve given her a little more. She’s thinking I’m going to make her deal another private game, I’m sure. But my big plans for her tonight don’t involve her dealing or staying at the Bellissimo.
And then I see her. Madonna, every time the woman enters a room the heads turn and whatever’s playing on the sound system becomes her own personal soundtrack. Right now it’s some old Pat Benatar song and someone needs to grab a fan to run ahead and blow Corey’s hair back. Strike that, her hair’s moving on its own, bouncing and brushing her inviting t**s.
It’s been two weeks
