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"I'm liking the view," a voice I know belongs to Luca says as I was bent over, looking for my hoop earring.
"Shut up, I'm looking for my earing," I said before finding it.
"Hhhhm you look real good," I said finally looking up at him as I put on my earring.
He's hair was neatly slicked back and he had on a pair of black jeans and a silk red and black floral shirt, rolled up to his elbows, his first few buttons undone, exposing his toned chest.
"I know right," he says with a smirk, making me roll my eyes. "I'm kidding, you look sexy," he says licking his lips.
"Thank you," I said grabbing my purse from the night stand.
"You ready?" He says holding his hand out for me to take.
"Yep," I said putting my hand in his before he led me out of my room.
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"Buonasera," the asher says as we approach her. [Good evening]
"Prenotazioni per Bianchi," Luca says sternly. [Reservations for Bianchi]
"Certo, il cameriere ti accompagnerà al tuo tavolo," she says, motioning to the waiter who approached us. [Sure, the waiter will show you to your table]
The waiter leads us through the restaurant filled with diners dressed in expensive suits and dresses to a sliding glass door that led to an outside area.
The waiter makes, the initiative to pull my chair out for me but Luca stops him.
"Posso farcela," Luca says sharply, pulling out the chair for me. [I can handle it]
"Thank you," I said to him with a smirk, taking a seat.
"Can I get you started with your drinks?" The waiter says with a strong Italian accent.
"Get us your best bottle of red wine," he says not even looking at the waiter.
The waiter slightly bows before excusing himself.
"Why are you smiling?" Luca asks.
"Oh it's nothing," I said bitting my bottom lip, trying to stop my lips from curling.
Luca looks from my eyes to my lips before leaning in, placing his hand on my chin, using his thumb to remove my bottom lip from it's hold before sitting back in his chair. All whilst he maintained eye contact.
The waiter interupts our little moment when he comes back with our bottle of wine, he pours the wine into our wine glasses before asking for our orders and excusing himself.
Deciding to tease Luca just a little bit, I moan as I take a sip of the wine. "The wine is amazing," I said licking my bottom lip.
