Francesca ✔︎

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•Francesca•

I take a deep breath, smelling his expensive cologne in the small room.

I pull my dress down a bit, and sit in the plush leather red sofa.

My bum immediately sinks into the cushiony seat.

"You dropped this, signore." I hold up a small pocket knife made of pure gold.

I may have unconsciously pick pocketed his back pocket.

It was tricky not to accidentally touch his butt.

.....Or on purpose.....

What?

He has a very nice ass for a man.

I twirl the pocket knife between my finger with a smug smirk.

Vincenzo rummages through his pocket before a suspicious look crosses over his face.

I simply smile an innocent smile and offer him the precious knife back.

As he takes it, his fingers brush over my wrist sending tingles down my spine.

He seems unaffected as he pockets his knife back, this time in his suit jacket.

I wait for him to say something or even thank me, but nothing comes out his mouth.

I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. My tennis bracelet softly scratching my arm.

"You are welcome." He raises an eyebrow at my rude sarcasm.

"I am?" His eyebrow quirks up even more.

Before I can respond the waitress comes back with drinks.

She hands Vincenzo a glass of bourbon before setting down a golden liquid in front of me.

Bubbles were at the top of the glass making the honey brown color glow.

The waitress leaves, giving me a small smile.

Vincenzo grabs his glass and gulps down half his glass of bourbon.

I bite my lip, deciding if I should drink or not.

Gianni told me not to drink anything unless I made it myself.

Vincenzo must notice my hesitation because he smirks.

"What? Do you not drink liquor, amore?"