LUCA {Full Book}

31

I tossed the greens in the bowl then grabbed out the tomatoes, dicing them before tossing them into the mix.

I had never cooked for anyone besides la mia famiglia. This was a fucking trip.

I set the bowl on the table, pouring the wine while I was there, then heading back to the stove, just as the front door shook.

"È aperto!"

The door swung open and she stepped in, looking me up and down with that sexy smile.

"You cook in a suit?"

What the fuck was I supposed to be cooking in.

"I took my jacket off." I shrugged, pointing to the jacket that was hung over the barstool.

"Look's good."

Damn straight! It was one of my favorite dishes. "Scallopene al limone."

"No, the suit."

She walked over, throwing her arms around me before leaning over the pan. "Yum!"

"It's almost ready, take your coat off."

"Yes sir." She walked away, shaking off her coat so I could see that perfect ass, crammed so damn tightly into those fucking jeans.

"Pants are optional."

"What?" She walked back over, stepping behind me and snaking her arms around my stomach.

"You're welcome to take your pants off for dinner."

"I see..." she laughed into my back, "how about my pants come off for dessert."

"Then how about dessert first." Usually I was rubbing up against her but this felt good with her rubbing up on me.

"No! I'm starving and scallopene al limone sounds amazing."

Oh fuck, my dick shot right up, like a fucking dog hearing a whistle.

I smacked the burner off, scooping the cutlets onto the awaiting plates before sliding my hand under my waistband, adjusting the fucking Italian sausage that wanted to be a part of this meal.

"Siediti." I grabbed the plates, smacking into her to get her ass moving to the table.

"You're gonna cook every time I spend the night, right?"

"If I cook- will you stay?" It was unfuckingbelievable that I had to bribe her to fucking stay with me. I lived in a ten million dollar apartment on 5th Avenue, she lived in the fucking village. Not to mention I was here, how did she not feel what I felt.

She sank down across from me, already grabbing up her fork and knife. "I would stay regardless."

There it was, she finally knew my fucking worth. The honor she had of staying here. She felt it too.

".... because your place is closer to my favorite coffee shop and the office I'm interning at. Way more convenient."

I dropped my fork, watching as she picked up her wine. I was convenient, Luca Romano was convenient for her. Women had called me many things, but convenient was not one of them!

She looked up, meeting my eyes as that damn smile shot up her face. "You can dole it out but you can't take it."

"Huh?"

"I'm staying here because I missed you Luca. I missed sleeping against you and I missed your quirkiness..."

Quirky... fuck, again. I'd been called many things but quirky, fuck.