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Chapter 13 - 13. More of You 

You must be shitting me right now. 

I stood beside a man dressed in in a tailored gray Armani suit who wore his black peppered hair combed back. He sat, leaned back in his seat, rubbing his chin as he debated the meal he would be having. 

With my back stiff as a board, I hovered over him with a pad in hand and a pin waving back and forth impatiently waiting to perform its duty in writing. As the man before me mumbled under his breath I continued sneaking peeks over to D. The entire time his eyes never left me. 

For some reason, he looked different today. He felt different. I could sense both intimidation and danger rolling off him in waves. He was upset with me. I did ditch him without even a goodbye or any way of contacting me. 

A shiver ran down my back as his menacing gaze roamed my body. There was one thing that was the same. He was just as sexy as the night I met him. 

He tilted his head over to the side, hair falling back behind his shoulder. I could see a tattoo that graced the left side of his neck. I had not noticed it before, but could you blame me? I was a little preoccupied the last time we seen each other. From the distance between us and the remaining strands of his hair, I could not make out what it was. 

Realizing I was staring at him for too long, I cleared my throat and gave my attention back to the man in front of me. 

"If you tell me what you have a taste for, maybe I can suggest something for you," I said to the man. His screwed-up face loosened as he looked up to me. He gave me a smile that revealed a gold tooth, and I smiled in return. 

"What a splendid idea, my love," he replied. 

"Okay," I said holding my pen and pad behind my back and leaning over his shoulder to get a look at the menu. 

He turned back and looked straight down to my bolstered chest. His eyes lit up and I cleared my throat before adjusting myself. Damn it, Mel! 

"What do you have a taste for?" 

"Are you an option," he cracked, a smirk splitting his face. 

I had to keep from rolling my eyes and showing my disgust. My eyes flicked to D, and I could see his face turn into a frown. 

"Uh, though I am very flattered, sir, no I am not. You see, the recipe that procured me is one that cannot be replicated. One of a kind!" 

"Oh ho," he laughed out. The other men at the table, minus D, joined him in laughter. "How unfortunate. Something as spicy and sweet just like you." 

"Then I suggest the carbonara di salsiccia piccante," I said pointing at the item and description on the menu. "It is a carbonara dish with spicy Italian sausage, so it has the kick that you would want. It is dressed in a marinara with diced tomatoes so there is also that complimenting sweetness." 

"Perfect," he hummed out. He turned to D and smiled. "Don, you sure know how to pick'em." 

Don? I quirked a brow at that and looked at D who I can now identify as Don. He narrowed his eyes at the man I assisted. He was agitated. I could tell by the way he twisted the butter knife between his fingers and how he glared at his associate. 

"I didn't hire her, Merlino," he said looking down at the pristine tablecloth underneath his silverware. "Therefore, the credit does not belong to me, just the business." His eyes then came to me. "I'll have the cacio e pepe." 

"Very well," I said with a curt nod. "If that will be all, I will place in your orders and I will return with you drinks. 

"Do not return until then," Don said. "And when you return, knock." 

Once again, I nodded and headed for the door. Security opened the doors, and I walked out. Once I was out of sight from the two men on the outside, I relaxed. Immediately my back decompressed, and a sigh of relief escaped my mouth. 

He was here! His name is Don, and he owns the place where I work! Fate is having a field day with my life, right now. I made haste to put in the orders and ran to the bar for Mel. Not only did I need to dish out what had just happened, but I also needed to get the drinks. 

"Hey girl, hey," she said with a smile as she shook up a cocktail. 

Her eyes then looked at me when she did not hear a response. Once she saw my shock written face and my teeth biting down on my lower lip she knew. 

"Oh shit, what's wrong?" 

"He is here," I hissed. 

"He, who," she asked confusedly. 

"He, as in D – well, apparently his name is Don, but – Don is here!" 

"No fucking way," she squeaked, finishing off the drink and sending it out. "He is meeting with the owner? I knew he had to be big money because he owns the club, but I did not know he was that big." 

"No, no-no-no-no-no", I said, closing my eyes and shaking my head. "He is not meeting with the owner. He is the owner, Melissa." 

She gasped and covered her mouth. Looking around us, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the service entrance and exit. When she confirmed that we were alone she went crazy. 

"Lia! You fucked our boss!" 

"I know," I whined out stumping my feet. "And I can tell that he is not happy about how I ended things." 

"No duh! Of course, he is not happy! He, probably, has never been stood up like ever! He has money! He most likely has his hoard of women at his disposal. You fucked over his ego!" 

"What am I gonna do, Mel? I cannot be the girl he has casual sex with her boss! I am not that girl! I was drunk! I never do things like that! What if he has me fired?" 

Melissa choked out and shook her head. "No, if that night was as good as how you made it out to be, there is no way he is going to fire you." 

"What do you mean by that?" 

"What I mean is he is going to want another piece of that pie. Last I checked, he was not as drunk as you were. He was fully functional, and he remembers everything." 

"What?" 

"Lia, if you went at it a dozen times on every surface in that hotel room, that means he liked it. A lot. He was aware of everything he was doing. If he did not like you, he would have ended it after the first round, not continue for rounds like a boxing match!" She smiled deviously at me and did her brow waggle. "He is going to want to bed you again, babe." 

"No, he's not," I said in disbelief. "It was a one-night stand. If he really has his pick of women, what makes you think he will want me?" 

Mel threw her hands up and groaned. "I am so sick of your insecurities," she mumbled. "It's like you don't know how hot you are!" She then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in closer and shook me. "Listen to me and listen well. He wants you." 

"And how are you so sure, Mel? It has nothing to do with my insecurity or how hot I am. It was a one-night stand, meaning it was for one night only. Not to mention, it was a month ago. He has probably had more since then! So, what makes you think he wants me again?" 

"Okay," she said releasing me. "Let's go for it this way, how did he look at you when he saw you today?" 

"Surprise," I said with a shrug. "Why?" 

"Was it a happy surprise and a bad surprise?" 

"How am I supposed to know that?" 

"Think for a second, Lia! Were there any signs that he may have been happy to see you or anything? Jealousy when you gave too much attention to the other guys in the room?" 

I frowned and turned away. I stared at the carpeted floor as I thought back to our interaction in the room. My eyes widened in realization. 

Merlino. The butter knife. His agitation and the glaring... 

"Oh fuck." 

Was he... jealous? 

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