Her Target: Mafia Rogues Romantic Adventures: Rossi, Book 3 by Marlowe Quinn

Author:Marlowe, Quinn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spitfire Press
Published: 2022-10-25T00:00:00+00:00

13

PENNY

We went directly from the office, which meant I went still wearing the skirt that was too tight to run in and shoes that would have been even worse.

Not that I was planning on running. Even if I had been, I wasn’t certain Michael would have let me. He still hadn’t given me any real reason for the night out, but he’d slipped his hand onto the small of my back the moment we stepped out of his brownstone, and that hand hadn’t moved until we got to the bar.

The moment he took it away, I missed the warmth of it there, the solid, heavy feel of his support.

I didn’t know what that meant, exactly, but I reminded myself to be on my guard and that I needed to stop overreacting to his presence. I wasn’t some silly little girl in love with him, and I never wanted to be.

God forbid I ever be one of those women receiving roses from him.

The bar he’d brought me to was dark, all old, polished wood and low lighting, the accents and seating done in a rich burgundy leather and the ceilings above us finished with paintings that looked like we could have been in a chapel in Italy. It was breathtaking.

And intimidating.

I followed Michael toward a booth and we slid in facing each other. Then… stared.

At which point I realized that accepting his invitation for drinks had probably been a very, very stupid thing to do. I didn’t know this guy. I didn’t have anything to say to him. And if his silence was any indication, he didn’t have much to say to me, either.

This was going to get really, really awkward.

I bit my lip and glanced down at the menu in front of me, searching for something to say. “So what’s good here?”

“The martinis,” he replied immediately. “As I said.”

Shit. I hated martinis.

“How’s the wine?” I asked instead.

He made a face. “Good enough, if you’re here for that instead of a real drink.”

I snapped the menu shut, annoyed. “I’m here for something that’s not going to get me so drunk I can’t walk,” I told him tartly. “And I don’t like martinis.”

His eyes suddenly glinted in the low lighting. “What’s the point of coming out for a drink if you don’t get drunk?”

I shook my head. “I’m out with my boss, and you’re suggesting that I go out of my way to get drunk? I thought you were more responsible than that, Michael Rossi.”

At this, and to my surprise, he laughed out loud. “I only play responsible on TV, Penny Lane.” He turned and raised a hand toward one of the waiters, gesturing like he owned the place.

Hell, maybe he did. I wouldn’t have been surprised.

I reminded myself to be careful, then told the waiter that I’d like a glass of their best red and settled in for a night of nursing a single glass of wine while trying to look like I was drinking more.

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