Page 362 of Valentino

“Hello.” The waiter pulls out my chair and I sit down, “Thank you.”

He hands us a drinks menu, “I will be back to take your order in a moment.” He leaves us alone.

“So…” Bruno’s eyes hold mine.

“So..” I smile.

“Feels like it took forever for tonight to come.” He purrs.

“It did.” I agree.

“What shall we drink?” He opens the menu.

Alcohol, all of it.

I open the drinks menu when I remember my purity promise for tonight, okay…. No slut juice. Scratch tequila from my thoughts. “I might just have a glass of wine.”

He smiles and closes the menu, “I’ll join you. What wine shall we drink?”

“I didn’t get that far.”

Please don’t make me choose, according to everyone else on earth I have terrible taste in wine. My eyes scan the choices, shit…. I close the menu and put it down, “Surprise me.”

He raises his eyebrow, “I like the sound of that.”

His double meaning makes me blush and I feel my cheeks heat.

The menu comes back and he orders something in Italian, I can’t understand what he’s saying but it sounds wonderfully exotic, I feel myself slip even further under his spell.

The waiter leaves us alone and his focus comes back to me, “So…”

I beam, “You said that already.”

“You make me…” He frowns as if searching for the right word. “Nervous.”

“I think it’s you who makes me nervous.”

He smiles and takes my hand over the table and kisses my fingertips as my insides begin to liquify.

Okay, it’s official…. He’s off the fucking hook hot.

“What’s your surname?”

He frowns.

“Bruno what?”

“Oh,” He nods as if finally, understanding the question, “Bruno is my nick name.”

“What?” I frown. “I don’t understand.”

“My surname is Brunetti.”

“Really?” I frown, “So…”

“My name is Dante Brunetti, everyone calls me Bruno.”

“Oh.” I smile relieved, Dante is a much nicer name than Bruno, “Okay.”