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date ever.”
     

     
    Oh fuck, Frankie was in trouble. Through the midst of what seemed like a thousand plates of small dishes they shared, Luca spelled out to her just how calm and clever and funny and smart and decent he was. Worst of all, when he told her off, she thought she was about to have an orgasm and there was a table between them. She needed to see a professional, clearly.
    “Try the Arabian coffee,” he insisted as they shared a bowl of ice cream.
    “I’ll be twitching for hours, and I do actually need to sleep.”
    “Another time then.” He had the most beautiful eyes. She thought they were hazel at first, with the blue colour dominating. In fact, he had cerulean blue eyes with gold flakes in them, scattered all over the irises. It made speaking to him completely hypnotising.
    “Then we’ll have to do breakfast—coffee will keep me going all day.”
    Luca’s eyebrows rose. “Are you planning on keeping tonight going?”
    Frankie’s face flamed. “Just look at the bowl until I talk myself out of this.” He started laughing as she scrambled. “What I meant is, we—” She crossed her arms in opposite directions.
    “What is that? Is that tantric sex?”
    She huffed, “All right, then fine. What if I wanted to go home with you for some tantric sex?”
    “You’re not that type of girl,” he replied gently, scooping up some ice cream and resting the cold spoon against her bottom lip for her to open. Why was everything this man did overtly sexual?
    She muttered around the ice cream, “You’re assuming I’m not.”
    “I know you’re not.”
    “You’ve made me want to be that type of girl then,” she offered, almost shocking herself by her boldness. His eyes flashed with the gold. I am not even joking, I will go home with you right now and break your cock , she thought, a split second from throwing her dress off, throwing him to the floor and riding him into the basement of the restaurant.
    “Tomorrow,” he promised. Had one word ever held so much? “You and I do something silly. I think we need it. Then if you want to practise your tantric on me, I will not stop you.”
    I may break my pussy on him. My pussy would deserve it. It’s been a long time.
    Luca called for the bill and paid up before Frankie could even make the suggestion of going Dutch. “Don’t you dare,” he warned her, tucking his wallet away.
    “You are surprisingly bossy for a man in a kitchen.”
    He grinned. “This is me in relaxed mode.”
    With his arm around her shoulders, she was for once the petite girl being protected by her big man and carefully led out of a restaurant. She caught their reflection in a shop window as they made their way to Regent Street. They looked very striking together. He was doing wonders for her confidence!
    Luca turned his big body away from her briefly, keeping hold of her with one hand as he hailed a taxi. “What are you doing? I can get the tube!” He didn’t need to know how much she’d spent on this dress; it didn’t matter that it had been totally worth it.
    “You’re not getting the tube at this time of night,” Luca simply refused. A cab zoomed to park next to them. “Where are you going to? You don’t need to tell me the street, just the area.”
    “Balham.”
    Luca fixed the cab driver with the most disturbing glare. “That journey should take forty minutes at the most. I will call her in forty minutes exactly, and she will stay on the phone with me until I am sure she is safe inside her house. Any deviation from forty minutes and you and I will be having a conversation that I guarantee you will not enjoy.”
    The taxi driver stared at him in horror, admiration and quite a bit of hatred. “Got it.”
    Luca handed over some money, ignoring Frankie’s intake of breath. “It’s what I’ve been brought up to do—don’t undo the few good things I learned from my parents.”
    He tucked her into the taxi. “Tomorrow,” he promised again. Then he utterly