Vinnie
I swirled the whiskey and gazed across the club. The chocolate-skinned beauty threw back her head and laughed as a blonde whispered in her ear. Her head snapped in my direction and glared. I couldn’t move. Her dark eyes seared through me, making me groan.
“Vinnie?” Angelo asked, trying to get my attention.
“Yeah, go ahead. I’m listening. I replied never taking my gaze off the woman.
“Vinnie, when are you going back to Russia?” Angelo asked.
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On how fast I can find out everything about that beauty.”
Angelo followed my gaze and sighed, “Probably for the best to leave that one alone. Why don’t you find a nice little Russian girl?”
“I don’t want a Russian girl, I want that one right there,” I said, nodding in her direction.
“Listen, I know…”
“No! I don’t want a fucking Russian girl. I want that girl right there.”
“She works at my club.”
“You better not tell me she works at Carnal Desires.”
“She does.”
I clenched my fist, but Angelo chuckled. “What are you fucking laughing about?!”
“My bad. I was playing.”
“Dick,” I muttered, taking a drink of the whiskey.
“She just works the front desk. Why are you so interested in her? She’s not your usual type.”
“I just am. What’s her name?”
“Mia.”
“Mia,” I whispered.
I downed the rest of my drink and grinned at Angelo. “I think I’m going to go introduce myself.”
“Careful with her. She seems like a good girl.”
“She won’t be after I’m through with her.”
I bowed and slowly raised my head, meeting the ebony beauty's gaze. “I'm Vinnie.”
She smiled, making me grin even more. “I know who you are. Tell me, do all the ladies fall for that?”
“Fall for what?”
“Fall for the Romanov charm. If you want me, you're going to have to try harder than that. I'm not like one of these easy floozies, Mr. Romanov. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to take my leave.”
Did she just dismiss me?
The fucking King of the Castle!
Holy shit.
She fucking did.
“Don't worry love, you'll be back. They always come back.”
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Vinnie: Skin Deep
RomanceVinnie Romanov. Heir to Russia. He's brash. Used to getting what he wants. Enter a girl that doesn't take orders. She doesn't fall for the dashing smile, or cheesy pick-up lines. She's smart. Elegant. A true beauty. And has a sharp tongue. He's goi...
