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“It’s nice to meet you, Hannah. I’m Vin Rossi.”
“Vin?” I echo. “As in Vincent?”
He shakes his head. “No. Vincentius. But, nobody calls me that—except my mom.”
Vin gives me an adorable lopsided grin and my stomach dips precariously. He’s so good-looking and it’s a little discombobulating. Yet something about him puts me at ease. “When you’re in trouble?” I ask, a small smile curving my mouth upward.
“Exactly.”
For a long moment, we just look at each other, smiling, and then his attention dips, focusing a moment too long on my lips. Without meaning to, I lick them and he clears his throat and shifts his attention over to the table where the room service menu lays.
“How about some food?” he suggests.
I’m sure the prices are outrageous and I hesitate.
“My treat,” he quickly adds.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t?—”
“I insist.” His tone is firm and brooks no argument.
Now that the influx of adrenaline has worn off, I am hungry. I can’t remember the last time I ate. Other than a glass of Coke and half a bagel at the diner during my break, I haven’t eaten since yesterday. “Okay, thank you,” I whisper.
“What do you have a taste for?” He flips the pages and I pull my feet up onto the bed, tucking them beneath me.
“Anything.”
“You gotta give me more than that. Cheeseburger, fries, salad, pizza, steak?”
“A grilled cheese and french fries sound good,” I tell him, feeling shy all of a sudden. “Oh, and a Coke.”
“Done.”
I sit back and listen as he places the order, watching the way his throat moves as he talks and how his large hand holds the phone to his ear. His fingers are long and elegant-looking. The green button down shirt he’s wearing fits his broad shoulders perfectly, pulling a little, and I can’t help but notice the way the material hugs his muscled arms. Or, the way the color makes his amazing green eyes pop. My gaze tracks downward over his torso, and the shirt is tucked into a pair of nice, black dress pants. When I realize I’m looking at his crotch, I pull my lower lip into my mouth, and move my eyes downward to his thick, muscled thighs. My goodness, his legs are long and I swallow hard.
Vincentius Rossi is every woman’s dream man. Suddenly, I’m so damn curious about my savior. After he hangs up, I tilt my head and meet those incredible green eyes of his. “How old are you?” I ask bluntly.
“Thirty-two,” he answers without hesitation. “How about you?”
Oh, I didn’t expect him to be so much older. Although, I should’ve known. He’s very refined and mature. “I’m twenty-two.”
Vin coughs behind his hand and moves away from me slightly. I wonder if I just freaked him out. Ten years is a lot, but I’m not a minor or anything. Not that it matters. We’re just up here and going to eat dinner. That’s all.
That’s all. Right?
“I don’t think I thanked you properly,” I say and his head whips over. “Thank you…so very much. Tonight could’ve ended…well, very badly for me.”
“You don’t have to thank me. Creed is a disgusting human being to make you do that.”
“Can I ask you a question?” He nods. “Why were you at the auction? It doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“It’s not,” he quickly replies. “My brother gave me the invite. He had no idea what it was about. He just thought it was a party and that I needed to, ah, get out and have some fun.”
“Oh, I see.” I look down at my fingernail and pick at the chipped, pink polish. “Can I ask you something else?”
“You can ask me anything you want if it makes you feel more comfortable,” he tells me, face so serious that any lingering fear seems to melt away.
“Are we spending the night here? Or are you going to take me home?”
