Page 354 of Valentino

I eventually get to go and put my hands under the water as I wash them, and I check myself in the full length mirror. My long blonde hair is out and full and I’m wearing a ruched tight black dress that hugs in all the right places, with nude sky high stilettoes.

I turn to look and my behind and I roll my lips to hide my smile, I like this outfit, I know I look good in it….pity it’s the only thing that I own worthy of a place like this.

Right… I need to buy some hot girl outfits too. Motivation runs through my blood.

I need to meet him.

It’s not a want, it’s a need.

Since the moment I laid eyes on him outside he’s all I can think about.

I don’t know how but I’m going to make it happen.

I walk out and around the corner and slam straight into someone walking the other way. “I’m so sorry.” I look up into big brown eyes as he grabs my arms to stop me falling backwards.

It’s him.

He gives me a slow sexy smile as he looks me up and down, “I’m not.” He says in a thick heavy accent.

Oh…..

“Hi.” I whisper as nerves steal my breath.

“Ciao.” His hands drop to my hips, “Molto bello.” His eyes follow his hands as they lead down the curve of my body, “Do you know what to do with this impianto or is it just for show?”

“What’s impianto?”

His dark eyes hold mine and a piece of his black hair drops over his forehead, “What you say….” He searches for the right word in English, “Equipment.”

My mouth falls open in surprise.

What the hell?

“Do I know what to do with this equipment?” I repeat to make sure I heard him right.

He puts his finger under my chin and pulls my face up to meet his, “That’s what I said.” He leans in and puts his mouth to my ear, “I can show you what to do with it.” His breath on my neck tickles my senses and I feel goosebumps scatter up my arms.

Fuck..

“I’m good.”

Amusement flashes across his face, “I have no doubt.” He pushes me backwards and pins me to the wall with his body. He towers over me; his large muscular body takes over mine and I feel arousal begin to throb through my bloodstream.

He stares down at me as his thumb trails down my jawline and over my lips, they instinctively part as I try to hold it together. “What is an innocent American doing in a place like this?”

Trying to breathe….

Without warning his lips take mine, aggressively, instinctively, as his hips pin me harder to the wall and I feel the large bulge between his legs. “What is your name?”

“Halle.” I murmur, “What’s yours?”

“Bruno.”

“It’s nice to meet you Bruno.”

He gives me a slow sexy smile, “It will be nice to fuck you, Halle.” He cups my face more urgent and kisses me again, this time with suction and my legs early buckle from beneath me. “I will come find you later.” Then without another word he turns and walks off.

I slump back against the wall as I watch him disappear through the crowd.