Armani Man

He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I hesitantly put my small, fragile hand in his. His large hand enveloped mine and once I looked into his grey eyes, I knew he could feel it; not literal sparks but tingles that went up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its path. The warmth of my hand mingled with the coolness of his.

"Maila Mello," he said as if testing the way it came out of his full lips "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." The huskiness of his voice sent signals straight to the heat in between my legs.

"It's a pleasure Mr. Moretti" I replied in barely a whisper, wondering if he heard me. He studied my lips as stared into his eyes awaiting of any sign that led to approval of me, but he gave nothing away. He then looked at my eyes and for a short moment I noticed lust. But just like that, my hand was left alone as he went back to conversation with my brother about Mello Power Management. This is going to be a long dinner.

Recent Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising graduate, Maila Mello, from Los Angeles, California, finds herself in the throws of New York City. Maila moves to New York City to advance her knowledge in the fashion industry to one day work for Vogue magazine. What she doesn't expect is man that waltz into a small coffee shop, in a Armani suit, looking as handsome as ever with a aura that made whole place quiet. Who was this man? Experience an average, sensual love story in Maila's eyes.