A Fling in Florence

Lucca

Her little nose scrunched up and her eyes narrowed at me. Shit. Did she understand what I said and not like it? I hadn't been able to help it. The primal need to mark my territory came out before I realized what I'd said.

Sienna. Even her name was beautiful. How had I lived without this woman before. Her simple presence in front of me made me feel warm, aroused, and safe. The electric buzz in my head certainly wasn't from the adrenaline of victory, but from her.

She yanked her hand from mine, recoiling like my words had burned her. She hadn't even spoken yet but she was destroying me with just one look.

"non ti appartengo," she spit back, disdain dripping from her voice. I couldn't help but smirk, her Italian was pretty good, but you could tell she was American. When she spoke I knew that I had fallen in love with this spitfire. Not only was she not intimidated by my physical presence, but she was fierce and independent. A true Italian woman at heart.

I felt my dick twitch in my pants. My smirk only seemed to irritate her more, as she rolled her eyes and turned back toward her drink.

Fuck. I was losing her.

"No, no, no, amore. Mi dispiace. Where are my manners? Please, let me buy you another?" I gestured to her dainty hand wrapped around a beer.

I had quickly forgotten about her cousin and wedged myself in the seat between them. He luckily took this as his cue to continue his celebration with other Rossi fans in the back of the bar.

"How long are you in Florencia, amore?"

"Three weeks," was her short reply.

"Can I take you to tour some of our beautiful city? Tomorrow?" I didn't want to waste any time.

"No, grazie," she said with finality.

Merda, merda, merda. Think, Lucca!

I stroked my fingers down her arm, goosebumps pebbling to the surface.

"Bellissima, I can tell you are just as affected by me as I am by you. Per favore," I begged. Since when did I beg?

Her eyes snapped to mine, a steely look in her eye.

"I'm not looking for a fling. That's how Vincenzo came to be, and I don't intend on giving my company away to the first man who flirts with me."

"Who said anything about a fling, gattina? Mi terresti occupato per il resto della mia vita."

She stared at me with a blank look, obviously not fluent enough to keep up with my quick tongue.

I took a slow sip of my beer, my lips hovering over the top of the bottle. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, watching my lips. I smirked, knowing she was fighting her attraction to me. She sighed, obviously lost in thought as she eyed my plump lips over my bottle.

She finally broke free of her gaze to glance around the crowded bar. Her eyes landed on several spots before she looked back at me.

"There are plenty of women waiting for you to look their way, bestia," she countered, trying to get me to look at the several women most likely waiting for my attention. The way she called me a beast in my tongue had me getting desperate to touch her.

I didn't take my eyes from hers.

"It's not their attention I want, Sienna."

Her eyes went wide as saucers, realizing I wasn't going to give up.

"You should know from watching me play, tesoro, I don't quit easily," I simpered, "Please, give me a chance, I cannot let you go."

Her cheeks flamed bright red at my remarks. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. Every single moment I was near this irresistible woman pulled me to want more.

"Where would you take me?" Gone was her standoffish demeanor, replacing it was her sultry voice, enticing me to take her then and there.

"Now that, gattina, would be a surprise. You will have to come with me to find out," I teased her, hoping to pique her interest.

"Are you going to murder me?" Her question made me laugh loudly.

"Of all the things I want to do to you, amore, killing you is not one."

She blushed again, trying to hold back her beautiful smile. When she looked back into my eyes, I could feel the heat burning between us.

"I'm free tomorrow."

Translations:

non ti appartengo- I don't belong to you

amore- love

Mi dispiace- I'm sorry

grazie- thank you

merda- shit

bellissima- gorgeous

per favore- please

Mi terresti occupato per il resto della mia vita- You would keep me busy for the rest of my life

bestia- beast

tesoro- sweetheart