Falling For The Mafia

h away. As he drank without asking, I stared at him in shock. He h

ld respond angrily. The moment his fingers slid away from mine and he was a

it tastes terrible. " The wrinkles appeared on his nose. "Look, I

ed his hand to me, urging me to

ed my hand away. Not again did I want to feel his cold

mily. Don't

my head, showing that I didn't give a

that he was, after all, just flirting. My stomach was in knot

passionate kisses. Not some creepy random guy, that one. I had no re

I was much soberer. I had no desire to repeat either

beer can on the table. His grin pers

e from accepting Stun's invitation to the club's farewell party. If I were to tell Ella, she'd be overjoy

. my body reflexively retreated, causing me to collide with the barstool behind

mble out. I shifted again

to fan over my lips and said, "I think you o

, the denial came out a little haltingly. Despite the fact that we'd shared a kiss b

gant! If you want i

s at flirtation. His hands were rough and grabbing as we kissed in a drunken haze, but I was

ication for him to refer to me as a cocktease. The place

. "I twisted in an attempt to free myself from his grip, b

eep, manly growl sounded thre

la's eyes were a fiery blue, and they seared into the lad who had

ced some space between us, my back eventually colliding with the wall. Stun made a blatant

though the preppy youngster was just over six feet tall, he towered over Stun by sev

as either too drunk to realize what

uck

nt of Stun's shirt. He shoved the youngster against the wall and

said wit

swer to me if I see you in here again,