Old Mob Money (COMPLETE)

Ch. 11 Love is in the air

A/N
This chapter contains crude language, adult concepts, and maybe some naughtiness.
READ WITH CAUTION.

Location: La Porchetta's
Date: Tuesday 11th December, 2018
Time: 7:45pm

Rosalina and Jack walked side-by-side from the car to the restaurant. Jack kept stealing glances at Rosalina as they were walking, feeling a burst of electricity every time their shoulders or hands brushed.
Rosalina was having a hard time focusing on her steps and not Jack.
As Jack opened the door of La Porchetta's to allow Rosalina to enter, the owner was there to greet them.
"Buongiorno! Come stai?"
(Hello! How are you!)
Jack simply looked confused.
Rosalina almost bristled, but she answered. "Buongiorno. Multo Bene, grazie! Tavolo per due? Per favore." (Hello. Very good, thank you! Table for two? Please.)
The owner looked at Rosalina like she was an angel, then led them both to a table.
Jack was in awe, never truly knowing her background.
"So! You can speak fluent Italian! That's amazing!" Jack gushed.
Rosalina almost looked uncomfortable about it, but said "Yes. I am Italian, and before my Dad died, he used to make us all speak Italian at home, all the time. It's just like second nature really."
And before Jack could ask anything else, the waiter had come to take their order.
"WhatcanIgetcha?" The waiter speedily said. Jack ran his eyes over the drinks menu and said "I'll have a glass of the house Chardonnay please. What would you like Leena?"
Rosalina, who's eyes hadn't left Jacks face said "Make that two please." And smiled shyly at Jack.
"What the hell is wrong with me?!" Thought Rosalina to herself. "I don't get shy. I don't blush. What the fùck?"
Jack meanwhile thanked the waiter, who gave a smile and sped off to the bar to place their order.
Jack was gazing at Rosalina's face thought to himself "I'm gobsmacked! She is absolutely perfect! That nose, so small and cute. Her lips, pink, plump and perf-" Jack had to mentally pull himself up. "What the fùck? It's our first date! Settle petal!"
Rosalina was the one to break the ice. As she mentally committed each of his facial features to memory, she said "How was your day? You said you were a Detective?" Jack heaved quite a large breath and ran his hand through his hair before he answered her.
"Yes, I'm a homicide Detective. Not something I would usually bring up willingly on a first date. It can be quite gruesome. But mostly? It's days like today. Footwork and paperwork. The internet can only provide so much, and of course it always helps to validate your information. Today I was canvassing an area near a crime scene. Looking for clues, witnesses, footage from around the of the incident, basically anything that may help us in catching a killer or solving a crime. What about you? How was your day? What do you do now? I heard you tell the ladies at Myer tha-" at which point the waiter interrupted the conversation in order to deliver their two glasses of Chardonnay, and said "Doya'swantanyentree's?" Once again, speaking so quickly it was difficult to decipher what he had said straight away.
Once again, Rosalina came to Jack's rescue. "Yes please." She said. And Jack took those few moments to scan the menu's entree list.
"I would love a serving of the bruschetta please. And the chicken and mushroom risotto for my main meal. But can you please make sure you bring them out at least 20 minutes apart?" The waiter noted all this down, bobbing his head up and down in agreement. Once he was done writing he looked at Rosalina and said "That's not a problem. I can make that happen. What about you sir?" The waiter said glancing in Jacks direction, pen poised over his notepad in preparation.
Jack said "Can I please have 6 oysters kilpatrick as my entree and a fettuccine carbonara as my main. Can we also please get garlic bread with our mains, and a bottle or jug of water for the table. Thanks man." And again, with nothing but a nod, the waiter sped off.
Rosalina's heart was still thundering, and as she peeked at Jack's bicep when he picked up his wine glass to take a sip, she couldn't help but be entranced when the muscles began to ripple with movement. This caused a rush of heat to form in a lower central area of her body, and Rosalina couldn't help but to cross her legs, and blush.
Jack caught sight of her blush, and caught himself staring again. He figured it was his turn to break the ice. "So besides rescuing random men off busy streets in central Sydney, and then calling them perverts, what do you get up to for fun?" Jack winked at Rosalina at the end of that sentence, so she knew he was joking.
Blushing yet again, but chuckling at the memory, Rosalina smiled brightly and picked up her own wine glass to take a sip. "I do remember a certain someone ogling what wasn't theirs."
"Yet" she added in her head, and her head swam with ideas and images of what they could do together, soon.
Jack also smiled brightly, and instantly the mood was set. Easygoing, comfortable and it was as if they had known each other for years!!
Jack looked around, at the other tables close by, as if to check no one was looking at them, and said in a stage whisper "I do remember wondering how anyone as fine as you, dressed the way you were then, and even are now, ended up on top of me. I honestly thought I was toast once my brain finally came to the party and let me know what was what."
Rosalina again let rip her Mega Watt smile, and blushed just a little at his compliment.
"You're too kind! Look in the mirror Mr. I'm-Clearly-A-Model-Not-A-Cop! That smile, those muscl- I mean, who do you think you're fooling? Haha! What do you do for fun? Besides walking into the traffic, and pinning your hero to the concrete?" Rosalina queried, but poked her tongue out at the end so he knew she was joking.
Jack laughed at her joke, a deep, rich baritone that went straight to the centre of Rosalina's core at the sound. Butterflies erupted there, and immediately, Rosalina thought to herself, "I'm fúcked. I'm fúcked. I'm so terribly fúcked! This man will be the death of me!"