Maria's Christmas Angel: A DARK ANGEL Romance (Alpha Male, Erotic Mafia Romance) (6 page)
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Authors: Angela Jordan
"I'm not mocking his pain. Simply enjoying my good luck that he's now gone. My name is Angelo DeSilvo."There was a pause as if he expected me to know his name, then he said, "This is my restaurant."
I rolled my eyes. So
that’s
the card he was going to play. Well, if he was waiting for me to swoon at the news, he was sorely mistaken. “I see. Well, nice restaurant, Angelo. I’m Karen Blackwell.”
"Well, Karen. Seeing as how your friend left, you might as well join me for dinner instead."
I had to laugh. "Really? Sorry, I think I'll pass. I have to go pay my bill, and then I think I'll be going." I turned on my heels and started down the hallway to the main room, only to come to a stop when his hand landed on my arm.
It was a firm hold, yet his grip remained gentle. Still, he had some unexplainable power that kept me frozen in place instead of lashing out. His touch reverberated through my body like 10,000 volts. What the hell was going on? I could feel my skin on fire, from the back of my neck all down my body – and, yes, a faint wetness growing between my legs. No man had that power over me; not usually. Though his hand was merely resting on my arm, it was like he was touching the core of my body.
I looked down at his strong hand then back up to his dark eyes. He was frowning at me, and for some reason his frown made me want to smile.
"Your bill has been taken care of."
"Well, thank you,” I said coolly. “That was very generous of you."
His brow creased. "So, why the attitude then?"
I cocked my head to the side and studied him. He really had no clue. "You want to know the truth?” I said. “You seem like a man that doesn't have to work for it. And I’m sorry, but that’s not the kind of man I have time for."
"Work for it? " he bit out. “For
what
, exactly?” He seemed genuinely confused. How to put this delicately?
"A woman's… attention,” I replied. “I'm sure almost any woman in here would love to have dinner with you."
"I'm not asking them. I'm asking you." I could practically feel the frustration coming off him in waves. There was definitely a connection of some sort between us, that was true. And so, I felt I could be completely honest with him.
"Wow, Angelo. I'm here in your restaurant, so we might as well have dinner? Seriously? I'm so flattered I could faint." I softened the blow with a smile even though my sarcasm was hard to miss.
His eyes searched mine. "You don't seem to have a very high opinion of me."
"That's the thing, I don't know you."
"Then get to know me." His lips curved in the first true smile I’d seen since I met him. His whole face lit up when it hit him, and all the rough edges on his features softened just a bit.
God, you’re sexy,
I thought, against my will.
“Look,” he said, still holding me fixed in place with his eyes. "That wasn't very well done of me, I get that. Let me try again.” He took my hands in his own, and I felt absolutely powerless against the words that came next. “Karen, would you like to have dinner with me?"
I sighed. What the hell was I getting myself into this time? He had a certain playboy attitude about him, and I
hated
that. But all the alarm bells going off in my head were no match for the captivating allure I was feeling towards him. Dangerous or not, I couldn’t turn away from that – not yet.
“…I’d love to,” I said with a smile.
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