Page 46 of Steal My Heart

“I haven’t given it much thought,” Angelo says dryly.

“Because all you think about is business,” I decide.

“I would say that used to be true, until a little butterfly of a pickpocket fluttered into my life. And before you eventhinkabout it, I don’t have any valuables on my possession.”

“Uh-hum!” I clear my throat.

“Excluding you, of course.”

“Better.”

I look at him.

He looks at me.

I look at his mouth.

God, why did I look at his mouth?

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips.

“Something on your mind, Remi?” He zeros in on my mouth.

“Nope. Not a thing,” I blurt out.

“Remembering how great of a ‘dancer’ I am?” His lips inch closer to mine.

“Actually, I was thinking of the nice?—”

“View?”

“Tattoo.” I practicallytattoothe word onto his lips, we’re so close.

“Boss, we have the venue information,” Maks calls, breaking up this little…whatever the hell this was.

My attempt at hopping out of Angelo’s arms is quickly thwarted; his strong arms simply won’t let me. “Set everything up in the study,” he orders.

“Yes, boss.” Maks scurries inside.

“You’re in over your head,” Angelo tells me, squeezing his arms tight.

“Are we still talking about the water?”

His lips lift at the corners as he walks us to the shallow end. “Let’s get cleaned up, and we’ll discuss our business deal.”

He places me on my feet, and I cross my arms, my feeble attempt to hide my pebbled nipples. “Sounds good, Mr. Calvani.”

Business deal.Because we’re strictly business.

I go to step out of the pool, when I’m suddenly being hoisted over Angelo’s shoulder. “Ahh! What are you doing?”

Angelo silently carries me inside the pool house, closing and locking the door. The man sits while shuffling me like a deck of playing cards; I’m now positioned on his lap, face down.

A palm connects with my right ass cheek, with a wet and loudwhap.

“Oww!”

“What is my name, Remi?”