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“Thank you, Corrado. I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t accept it,” she says.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s beautiful and the very best in its class.”

She knows me better than I know her. “True.” I nudge it toward her with two fingers.

She pushes it back. The middle seat between us feels like some sort of neutral ground.

“It is too much.”

“Too much of what?” I ask.

“Everything.”

“Try to be more specific,” I say, my tone sounding as irritated as I am.

“It’s too much money.”

Ah, right. I’m certain my relationship with money differs from hers. “Is that your only objection? That it cost too much money?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Figure it out.” I turn toward the window. “We’ll be at the hotel in ten minutes.”

I nudge the box toward her again.

She pushes it back.

I flick it.

She flicks it back and hides a smile that pulls on her lips by looking away, but I caught it in the reflection in the window. My gesture makes her happy, but she won’t accept it. I must conquer her by breaking her in. The very thought of breaking her in makes me hard.

I grip my cock through my pants and give it a squeeze.

She pretends she didn’t catch me doing it.

15

HE WON’T LET IT GO

MICHELA

I’ve only ever seen this part of New York in the movies or if something terrible happened and it made the news. For a moment, I think of sneaking a picture, but quickly dismiss the idea. Corrado would probably think I’m silly. I am silly. And trying to contain my excitement about dining here.

Propped up on pillars, the Icon Hotel stands tall and imposing, its beige marble stairway reminding people that one must climb many steps to reach the reward. The journey from down here looks tasking since the hotel’s famous for its one hundred and one steps.

You’d think people would refuse to climb it, but they seem as eager as I am to get on their way. The perfect gentleman, Corrado offers me his elbow, and I slide my hand under it, using it for balance as we climb the steps.

Halfway there, Corrado asks, “Tired yet?”

“Not even close.”

“Played sports in high school?”

“College, actually.”

“College?”

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