Because Dad's right next to me, I smile sweetly at Luca. "You don't mind coming to Vegas with us?"
Luca glances at Viktor and Dad, then a smile tugs at the left corner of his mouth, making him look hot as sin. "Not at all. It will be my pleasure."
I'm sure it will.
I know he's only saying it because of Viktor and Dad. He'd do anything for them. Sometimes I'm jealous of the friendship between them.
"I'll sleep better knowing you're both watching over my baby girl," Dad says, patting Luca on the shoulder before walking toward the small stage so he can make the toast.
Luca's eyes lock with mine again, making my stomach dip like I'm on a crazy rollercoaster ride. Clearing my throat, I mutter,
"Don't do me any favors. I was actually hoping to enjoy the weekend."
His eyes darken, and I'm never sure whether it's because
he loves this tit-for-tat between us or whether he wants to snap my neck.
A weekend in Vegas with Luca Cotroni. God help me. I'll either die from an overdose of attraction, or we'll end up killing each other.