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"Only seven?" Geno asked "I' she still has to initiate"

"It has to be her idea You're getting a blow job, and the possibility of a whole hell of a lot of money froe to nab one that will go all the way, but you have to be willing to be out in the open No bathroo Put your naentleht now" Giovanni leaned back in his chair, s

"Should be easy enough," Geno said "There's a lot of wo fish and I'ht off that hook"

Another round of laughter went up Giovanni felt eyes on hi there with her tray of drinks It was the one he'd been watching all night She didn't blush when he winked at her, if anything she gave hiust She'd heard every word He didn't change expression Who cared if she heard? She worked for hiht in the eye

She had gorgeous eyes Blue Not just any blue, but sapphire blue Like the geht now the conteaze to the table as she put the drinks there She turned aithout picking up the money for her tip All five men at the table had thrown in bills, so it was a fair a tab at their table, so the tips for their server had to be cash

She felt so much contempt for them she walked away from her tip--one Giovanni instinctively knew she needed Who the hell was she to judge hi about his life And why did he care what she thought? What did he care that she didn't knohy he was sent over and over into the clubs so he could cause enough of a thrill ride for the paparazzi to photograph his cousins with him None knew that the third cousin, Salvatore and Geno's brother, had also co out justice They were the alibis

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, and then he raised his voice, not loud, just pitched to carry "Stop" He made it an order A command in a low tone

She had her back to them, and he watched her stiffen She had a fantastic ass Exceptional Giovanni sat up straighter The table went quiet as his brothers and cousins realized Giovanni was doing so completely out of character

She turned slowly back to the the standard uniforhtclub They were all required to wear thelove The swell of her breasts could barely be contained in the tight corset The skirt was short, a little black swingy thing, the corset red, laced up the front She wore the fishnet stockings, black, of course, held up by a red garter The heels were red He'd always liked the uniform, somewhere between classy and sexy, but on her

He pointed to his left side, forcing her to walk around the table to hi a first-class dick He knew it, too, but that look of contempt on her face, all that soft skin and the wealth of blond curls just barely contained by so red, made him lose all sense of propriety He wanted to jerk that red thing right out of her hair to send it tuers in all those curls Or maybe it was her mouth Fuck That mouth She wore red lipstick, and she had a perfect mouth Full lower lip Full upper lip

His cock reacted, and there was no stopping it once she stood close and he caught a whiff of her scent She smelled like cinnamon candy A cinnamon candy-covered apple Hot and sweet Her lashes really were her own, and so were those luscious breasts He hadn't been so aroused by a wo time

She was angry, holding her teh him He didn't say a word If she had been one of the servers trained to deal with the top two tiers, celebrities who often had a sense of entitlement, she would have known exactly what to do And where the hell was security? The moment she looked uncoardless of who he was The rule was absolute No woman--or man for that matter--was sexually or otherwise harassed in their club He was going to go on the warpath over this incident

Still, he couldn't exactly pretend to hi their policies, as s It had never ht His family was secretive, and they only had one another They all knew it fro for their lives Others thought they were a crime fa because they were too careful There was no way for investigators to find the h their many businesses

Playing a game with the women in the club was a dick move, pure and siht to feel conte there

was, purposefully He courted the paparazzi, and he was a favorite Anythey did was photographed They often partied with their cousins out of town or when their cousins flew in to see the they did had a purpose

They were handsome men with too erously and thought nothing of ga insane amounts of ht, and the stories of their exploits were in every tabloid She ht blame him all she wanted, but it was the women who threw themselves at the Ferraro brothers and cousins Not because they cared Not even for the sex, and if he did say so himself, it was exceptional Women threw themselves at them for the money

Should he respect wo their bodies for ot, they cared about what they could get out of them at the end of their journey It was like that day after day, year after year

The waitress held out a long tiaze to his The jolt hit hiht in his cock It jerked Pulsed It was so hard it hurt He was grateful the table hid the thick length straining against thecould contain that very healthy erection He knew better than to continue hat he was doing, but he couldn't stop himself By now, he should have called security hi a Ferraro server out of the situation if she couldn't get out herself

"What is it I can do for you?" She waited a heartbeat Two "Sir"

The tone, sweet,hard and tight inside of hi in hi his true identity He felt as if so hi was so acute he put his hand over his chest to try to stop the persistent ache

"I'm Giovanni Ferraro, and you are?"

Like all the waitresses, she wore her naaze to look He forced her to stare right into his eyes It was like looking at two blue flary--and that beautiful

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he almost pulled her into his lap Al with hi his own e about her little flair of teut--or ain