La Cosa Nostra, This Thing of Ours (7 page)

Tara and I scoot into the
half-moon booth and Liam sits next to me.  Close, too close, his leg brushes up against mine, making my breath hitch.  A man comes, sitting in the booth next to Tara he looks at us like we are fresh meat.

"This is my cousin
, Tony, Tony this is Harper and I'm sorry..." he stops when he realizes he doesn't know Tara's name.

"Tara
," she gushes, handing her hand to Tony. He too has the dark Italian thing going, but he is not so much muscular as he is hefty. Not fat just, you know, hefty. 

"What would
you like to drink, Petal?" Liam leans over very close to my ear like he is telling me a secret. A shiver runs through me as I feel his hot breath on my ear.

"Rum and Diet Coke," I answer as I turn
my head toward him, which is a big mistake because he is still really close. I lean back to put some distance between us. 

He smiles at me and tells the waitress our drink orders.

"So where is Monica tonight, Mr. Tarseta?" I ask, hoping that bringing up his girlfriend will back him off. 

"Don't know.
Why the fuck do you think I would know or care about that?" he says now leaning back himself to take me in and what he thinks is a very stupid question.

I just shrug,
why do you think asshole
?

"Do you think we are a thing?
" he asks, laughing. "We used to fuck, that was all." He says it so casually it turns my stomach.
Thank you, Italian sex god. At least there is something I don't find attractive about you
. 

"So by used to
, you mean on Tuesday?" I am a little taken aback by his candor, of course nothing should shock me with this man.

"You noticed that
, huh?" he says, like he had been caught with this hand in the cookie jar.
Of course I noticed it, you made it very obvious
.

"Well I saw you left together, it's not like I was
watching you or anything." I have no idea why I just said that, but it makes him smirk a large pretentious grin. 

"I took her home, but
I did not fuck her." He says it like he is about to admit some major secret to me.

"W
hy is that, Mr. Tarseta?"
Why the hell did I just ask that
?

"Because
, Petal, ever since I laid eyes on you, I can't think of anything else but you," he says, now leaning toward me, whispering his secret to me. Holy fuck, what a secret it is. I feel my whole body tighten. Even though I am turned on as hell, I need to get my guard up.
This guy has heartbreak written all over him
. Besides, he is my boss.

"I thought you were done. Y
ou don't beg, remember?" I throw his arrogant comment back at him.

"I'm not begging," h
e says with an eyebrow raise.  "I was just stating a fact."

"We
're going to go dance," Tara says, following Tony out of the booth, she bounces after him leaving me alone with Liam.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint you
, but you are just not my type." I turn to him keeping my legs squeezed together, hoping I am strong enough to get through this.

His head
goes back and he lets out a loud, throaty laugh that is so cocky and egotistical.
So why the hell is it turning me on more?
 

"Ok
ay, Petal, so you're going to pretend that every time I get close to you, you don't stop breathing." He proves his point by putting his arm around the back of my seat, touching the nape of my neck. Of course, my body betrays me and I tense up immediately, my breath hitching.

His pompous
smile, his black knowing eyes just make me angry. Before I can say anything, he takes his other hand, wrapping his fingers around my neck. He starts to rub his thumb along my jaw and pulls me to his soft lips. As our lips touch, it is like a fire has started. His tongue slides into my mouth; he tastes like whiskey and mint. He moves expertly, manipulating my mouth with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my lower lip before breaking the kiss. I slowly open my eyes to see his dark eyes staring back at me. I'm speechless from what was the best kiss I could ever imagine. All I want to do is crawl on his lap and beg for more.  

"Now you are going t
o tell me that you feel nothing," he says still rubbing his thumb along my jaw. It's enough to make me come to my senses.

"Look
, Liam, you're a good looking guy, and a great kisser. I'm just not that girl. I'm not the girl that you can use then throw away." I inhale deeply trying to get the words I want to say out. 
Why am I fighting this again?

"That's the first time
you've called me Liam. I like it." It's like everything I just said went in one ear and out the other.

"Look
, this isn't going to happen. I can't have a one night stand with my boss," I say, breaking his contact with me and scooting away from him.

"I
t's more than that." His jaw tenses and I can tell he is not pleased that I moved away from him.  This man does not like rejection.

"Really
, then what is it?"

"I don't know. A
ll I know is since I've met you, I have thought of nothing else but you. I don't think I will get you out of my system until I fuck you."  He says the rudest, most horrible thing I think any man has ever said to me. Right then, Mr. Italian God became very much resistible to me. 

"Tha
nk you, Mr. Tarseta, for making this so much easier for me," I say, scooting around to leave the booth. As I stand up, Liam is next to me. I can see he just realized what an asshole remark he has made, even for him.

"No wait,
I didn't mean it like that," he says, now holding onto my wrist. I twist it to free myself from his hold.

"
I don't care how you meant it." I turn to leave and he doesn't follow, thank God for that. I find Tara who whines that she is not ready to leave.

"Just one more dance," s
he says, grinding up against Tony.

"You want to join us,
" Tony says with a slimy look in his eyes. I shake my head. 

"Tara
, I need to get out of here," I plead with her. Tony says he'll take her home. I look at Tara who seems more than fine with that option and I make her swear to call me when she gets home.

Stepping outside the club
, I see a string of cabs waiting for fares. I am just about to step up to one when a shiny black Viper revs up in front of me. I stop to admire the very nice car when the driver door opens and out steps Liam. Should have known, this car suits him very well. 

"
Harper, let me take you home," he says as girls leaving the club start swooning over him standing next to his very expensive sports car. 

"I
can manage to get home on my own," I say, without waiting for a response I climb into the nearest cab, give the driver my address, and we're off. I glance behind as we drive away and see a girl coming up to Liam, no doubt telling him he can take her home. 

Chapter 8

I go to work Sunday night hoping
Liam doesn't make an appearance. I change in the locker room, with it being a Sunday night there isn't anyone else in there besides Donna. "Hey," I greet her when she steps besides me.

"So
rumor has it you were spotted with Liam last night at Flame's." She is not asking, she is confirming that I was at the club last night with Liam.

"I was there with a friend and
we ran into him," I tell her, pulling on my stockings, adjusting my skirt.

"I just want to warn you because I
kind of like you," she says. I'm not sure how I am supposed to take this.  Was that a compliment? 

"Warn me about what?"
I ask her, buttoning up my shirt.

"He's dangerous.
I've heard that his last serious girlfriend, Chelsea Waters, went missing. Before she went missing, she was seen with a very beat up face," Donna tells me, looking in the mirror next to the lockers fluffing her bleached blond hair. 
So now it's a girlfriend, not a wife
. 

"Thanks
, but I'm not his girlfriend and never will be, so I think I'll be safe." 

"Well
, I also need to tell you that someone told Monica you were kissing him last night, she is pissed," Donna says in a loud whisper.
Oh fucking great, if this job didn't pay so well I would be out of here. I don't need this shit
. Donna leaves, telling me to watch my back. 

I
just shut my locker when the door opens. I turn expecting to see Monica with a knife, which makes me chuckle to myself.
Bring it on bitch
.

It's not
Monica, it's Liam, with his suit jacket draped over his arm. He locks the door before walking toward me, throwing his jacket over one of the benches. Slowly he starts to roll his shirt sleeves up to mid arm, showing off his amazing, tanned, muscular forearms.
God help me, please give me strength
.

I turn aw
ay from him, not saying a word. The heat from his body almost touches me as I feel him get closer. I start to step away from him, but he places one hand on my hip.  The other arm goes around my shoulders and he pulls me to him, slamming my back into his hard chest. I wonder what I should do. Do I scream? No, he's not hurting me. 

"I
can still taste your lips on mine. I can still smell your arousal from last night. I didn't sleep at all, thinking about you," his hot breath on my ear as he whispers. He brushes his lips on the shell of my ear, the hand that is on my hip moves to my belly.  Using his fingers, he manipulates his hand down my skirt.  I want to scream for him to stop, but I can't. His breath heavy in my ear, he moves under my panties inserting his middle finger inside me.    I moan with pleasure, my breathing heavy. 

He slides his finger out spreading my
slick arousal to my clit, moving in small tortuous circles. "Tell me to stop!" he quietly orders in my ear. "Tell me you want me to stop and I will never look at you again," he whispers, his hot, frantic breath on my cheek. 

I don't say a word. A
ll I can do is arch my back into him, moving my hips in time with his finger as he circles my clit faster. I bring my hands up to his forearm that is around my neck, my head pressed into his shoulder. I feel his cock, large and hard, against my back. He moves more franticly now, I can't help the moaning coming out of my mouth. 

He cups my jaw and slides his index finger in
to my mouth as I draw closer to orgasm. It's like nothing I've ever felt. Sucking on his finger to keep from screaming, I hear him groan in my ear. 

"Come for me
, Petal, I want to own your orgasm." He starts kissing down my neck, his finger sliding over my clit again and again until all sense of reason has passed. It comes, wave after wave as he slows down the pace. The sensitivity comes next making my body jerk with each slow movement of his finger. Lying against his hard body, I feel my legs are like jelly. 

"Who locked the door?"
we hear someone yelling as the door starts to rattle. Liam withdraws his hand from my skirt, bringing his middle finger up to his mouth, he sucks on it. 

"Mine," h
e whispers, drawing his finger out of his mouth. He lets me loose and I have to steady myself by putting my palm up against the locker. I turn to see he is holding his jacket at his front, to hide the large bulge in his pants. He doesn't say another word, but unlocks the door. 

On the other side is n
one other than fucking Monica. Moving past her without a word, he disappears. Monica enters with a look of horror on her face. I stand there for a moment, ignoring the mean stare I'm getting. When I think I can walk without face planting, I walk out of the room, also without a word. 

Scanning the club
, I am glad to see there are not too many people here. I know my cheeks have to be bright red. I walk behind the bar to start setting up for the night. My panties are soaked from the mind blowing orgasm I just had.
Why don't I have an extra pair of panties in my bag? Oh, because this has never happened to me before
.