Professor had said yes.
He’d caught the brisk attempt at a brush-off, right off the bat. But she’d warmed up as they talked and now he could look forward to an entire evening with the lady of his dreams. She’d sounded flustered and he liked knowing she got that way just talking to him. He wanted to hear her get all breathy when he was up close and personal. With his hands on her, watching her melt as he worshipped that incredible body. To have her stretched out while he made her wild, stroking deep and hard inside her.
He would lay bets they’d be sleeping together soon. He wanted her bad. But suddenly, thinking about sex with Serafina Luca made him wonder about the woman. What was her life like? Did she have a big family? She hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring and he couldn’t believe someone so shy would have agreed to a date if she was seeing someone. He’d get that cleared up first thing because he didn’t share. And they’d talk, because he wanted to know everything about her. She looked like she was in her twenties, but given her job, she had to be older. Not that he’d care even if she was older than he was. The image of her came to him, all curvy and soft, with thick curly hair and sexy lips he couldn’t wait to taste.
Hell, no, he wouldn’t care.
Chapter Three
Work on Friday went by in a blur. There was on-site inspection, and his focus was on dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s to avoid any delays. He was a good foreman and he had a rep for bringing jobs in on time with minimal screwups. They’d gotten another guy to replace Boxer and the rest of the team, without the rabble-rouser in their midst, had knuckled down and worked like a well-oiled machine.
When they knocked off at four-thirty he zipped home to shower and change and then headed back across town to the upper East Side and the address The Professor had given him on the Wharton College campus. He was a bit early, but found a spot in a fifteen-minute zone so he could wait for her on the street in front of the entrance. The buildings were old and the street was still tree-lined. Gia had said there were buildings spread out over a couple of blocks where classes were held, and this particular one looked like an old high school, all red brick and cast-iron fencing. A wide sidewalk edged with mature plantings led to the glass entry doors, which suddenly burst open as students rushed out.
He watched kids, mostly girls, leaving classes. He straightened as he spotted The Professor exiting the building talking with his sister Gia, who was animated as always, gesturing with her hands, her face lively and focused.
Serafina looked like a goddess. She seemed to like long, girly dresses. He wouldn’t have said they were sexy until he saw one on her. This was another one with smooth, silky fabric that clung to her curves and moved seductively as she walked. His hands itched to feel it as he slid it up over her thighs. She moved toward him and he admired the pale blues and greens of the fabric, and how it made her black hair look like midnight. The flowery print was feminine but sexy at the same time. Subtle. Serafina could definitely teach the girls in the hood about getting a man worked up by keeping things mysterious. The scooped neckline of the dress allowed just a hint of cleavage. She walked toward him, her body swaying with an enticing rhythm as though she moved to music no one else could hear.
He sounded like some kind of wacky poet but he was cool with it. She was so different from his usual dates and lovers. The lady made him think, for sure, and he wanted to go with the flow and see where it took them.
“Nicky!” Gia caught sight of him, then waved frantically, and Serafina’s face wrinkled in puzzlement.
Uh-oh. Was it going to be a problem his sister was her student?
The women approached and Gia was visibly excited. “Professor Luca, Nicky told me he’d met you. What is this?” She looked from one to the other and then
He’d caught the brisk attempt at a brush-off, right off the bat. But she’d warmed up as they talked and now he could look forward to an entire evening with the lady of his dreams. She’d sounded flustered and he liked knowing she got that way just talking to him. He wanted to hear her get all breathy when he was up close and personal. With his hands on her, watching her melt as he worshipped that incredible body. To have her stretched out while he made her wild, stroking deep and hard inside her.
He would lay bets they’d be sleeping together soon. He wanted her bad. But suddenly, thinking about sex with Serafina Luca made him wonder about the woman. What was her life like? Did she have a big family? She hadn’t been wearing a wedding ring and he couldn’t believe someone so shy would have agreed to a date if she was seeing someone. He’d get that cleared up first thing because he didn’t share. And they’d talk, because he wanted to know everything about her. She looked like she was in her twenties, but given her job, she had to be older. Not that he’d care even if she was older than he was. The image of her came to him, all curvy and soft, with thick curly hair and sexy lips he couldn’t wait to taste.
Hell, no, he wouldn’t care.
Chapter Three
Work on Friday went by in a blur. There was on-site inspection, and his focus was on dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s to avoid any delays. He was a good foreman and he had a rep for bringing jobs in on time with minimal screwups. They’d gotten another guy to replace Boxer and the rest of the team, without the rabble-rouser in their midst, had knuckled down and worked like a well-oiled machine.
When they knocked off at four-thirty he zipped home to shower and change and then headed back across town to the upper East Side and the address The Professor had given him on the Wharton College campus. He was a bit early, but found a spot in a fifteen-minute zone so he could wait for her on the street in front of the entrance. The buildings were old and the street was still tree-lined. Gia had said there were buildings spread out over a couple of blocks where classes were held, and this particular one looked like an old high school, all red brick and cast-iron fencing. A wide sidewalk edged with mature plantings led to the glass entry doors, which suddenly burst open as students rushed out.
He watched kids, mostly girls, leaving classes. He straightened as he spotted The Professor exiting the building talking with his sister Gia, who was animated as always, gesturing with her hands, her face lively and focused.
Serafina looked like a goddess. She seemed to like long, girly dresses. He wouldn’t have said they were sexy until he saw one on her. This was another one with smooth, silky fabric that clung to her curves and moved seductively as she walked. His hands itched to feel it as he slid it up over her thighs. She moved toward him and he admired the pale blues and greens of the fabric, and how it made her black hair look like midnight. The flowery print was feminine but sexy at the same time. Subtle. Serafina could definitely teach the girls in the hood about getting a man worked up by keeping things mysterious. The scooped neckline of the dress allowed just a hint of cleavage. She walked toward him, her body swaying with an enticing rhythm as though she moved to music no one else could hear.
He sounded like some kind of wacky poet but he was cool with it. She was so different from his usual dates and lovers. The lady made him think, for sure, and he wanted to go with the flow and see where it took them.
“Nicky!” Gia caught sight of him, then waved frantically, and Serafina’s face wrinkled in puzzlement.
Uh-oh. Was it going to be a problem his sister was her student?
The women approached and Gia was visibly excited. “Professor Luca, Nicky told me he’d met you. What is this?” She looked from one to the other and then