The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

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"Oh- how I love surprises." I mumble reaching for a little cheese bite.

"Why, I know you do." He smirks.

Angelo asks the waitress to pack our desert after our meal before standing up and offering me his palm.

Flushed from the wine and his lascivious gaze, I place my hand on his, soaring to my full height.

Plus the four inches added gracefully by the stilettos.

"Are you ready?" Angelo asks, his onyx orbs shining playfully yet with carnal and lewd desire.

"Sí." I replied, meeting his eyes with mine, a warm whisper running down my body covering me like a thin blanket.

Angelo walks me toward the exit where our car awaits. The waitress meets us as well, with a paper bag containing our desert and the half filled bottle of aged red wine that we shared.

"Goditi la serata." The lady wishes to the pair of us pulling the door open, letting us out of the romantic setting of the restaurant.

(Enjoy your evening)

"Grazie." I smiled waving the woman bye, as Angelo with his free hand pressed against the small of my back leads me to the passenger seat of the car.

I take the paper bag from him letting him drive.

"Where are we going?" I ask, inspecting my appearance on the visor mirror, dabbing my finger over my lips, salvaging my fading away lipstick.

"You'll see." Angelo replies, his eyes straight ahead, fixated on the road but his mouth pulled into a half smile.

Damnit! Should have brought a little purse with my lipstick.

Pouting I rub my lips together hoping to balance out the tone.

Urgh!

"You're fine, tadpole." Angelo chuckles reaching for my hand. "You are mighty fine."

I pout. "Even with stupid messed up lipstick?"

"Especially with stupid messed up lipstick." He says kissing my knuckles.

I shake my head, a stupid smile playing on my expression.

Capo Best one can be cute when he wants to be, huh?

"Did you enjoy the meal?" He asks.

"I did. I loved the meal." I reply. "And the wine. And the candles."

"I'm glad, tadpole."

"I'm glad, as well." I muse leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for tonight."

"You're welcome, baby." He replies when the car comes to a halt smoothly on the gravel covered road.

"Where are we?" I chuckle, taking in the view in front of us.

"Loose your shoes, tadpole." Angelo says.

I do. Quickly, I slip the Louboutins off my feet as Angelo opens his door, letting himself out first before moving toward mine and opening it.

"Grazie." I thanked the man grabbing the paper bag containing desert and wine.

It's then I see, a white blanket or sheet over Angelo's arm as he leads me near the ocean.

Sand grains cool against my bate feet, fresh salty breeze against my hair whipping them away from my face in all directions.

"Angelo!" I gasp, feeling the most pampered and happy in a while.