“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll kill you,” Joaquin warns.
Rocco chuckles.
“Relax.” I’m just busting balls, besides….” His voice trails as he turns and lowers his voice. “I’d never fuck with your sister.”
Right…
I might believe that if he didn’t look at me like a starved man. Too bad he doesn’t have the balls to make a move, though.
“I can hear you idiots,” I mumble, plopping down on the couch. I kick my legs up. “And just to be clear,” I start, shooting Rocco a glare. “You’re not my type.”
I prefer a man who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants.
He arches an eyebrow.
“Right, you’re into men in tights these days,” he retorts, a playful smirk playing on his lips.
“Don’t knock it,” I chastise. “There’s nothing wrong with men in tights. They hug everything, leaving very little to the imagination and no room for surprises. There’s nothing worse than a guy hyping up his dick and lowering his pants to reveal one of those mini hot dogs you get at a buffet.”
Let me be clear, I’m certain Rocco isn’t carrying a mini hot dog under his dress slacks. Like tights don’t lie, neither do gray sweatpants and basketball shorts. He really should consider going back to his old attire.
“Sort of like when a girl stuffs her training bra with tissues and coincidentally gets caught in the rain,” Rocco retorts.
I cock my head to the side.
Yes, there was a time when I stuffed my bra, but that was a long time ago and we both know my girls have come a long way since then. If my brother wasn’t standing right here, I’d rip my shirt over my head and show him who’s the real boss here.
Instead, I grind out, “Again, I was twelve. Since you’re so full of yourself, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Careful, Bug, I may have just promised your brother I wouldn’t touch you, but I never said I wasn’t down for a little game of show and tell.”
I am too, just not when I’m the only one doing the showing.
“Damn,” I say, snapping my fingers. “I knew I should’ve stopped at the airport gift shop and bought that magnifying glass in the window.”
I feel my brother’s eyes drilling a hole into the side of my head.
“Who are you?” he mutters.
Peeling my eyes away from Rocco, I smile at my brother cheekily.
“Aww, you missed me, big brother. That’s cute. Now, which one of you is going to go downstairs and get my bags?” I point a finger at Joaquin. “By the way, I used your Uber account to call for a car since neither of you could pick me up from the airport.”
That’s what you get for leaving me stranded.
Amused, Rocco moves to stand beside Joaquin.
“What are we going to do with her?” he asks.
“Fuck if I know,” Joaquin says, glancing at the closed door. “Hey, Vi, weren’t you supposed to bring some friends with you?”
When I first concocted this plan to spend my birthday in Miami, I thought I’d bring a couple of friends with me, but they didn’t have an extra couple of grand lying around like I did.
“They bailed on me,” I admit, glancing down at my freshly polished nails. “So, I’m sliding into my twenties with the two of you.” I lift my head and stare directly at Rocco. “Better make it fun, guys.”
“Of course they did,” Joaquin mutters. “Where are your bags?”
“In the lobby. Oh, and a heads-up, the doorman has a major stick up his ass. I wouldn’t tip him much.”
My brother shakes his head and under his breath he mumbles in Spanish. I’m sure there are a couple expletives in there, but I don’t really mind seeing as he’s heading for the door. Once he closes it behind him, I turn to Rocco.
“That was a nice little show you put on there,” he comments, taking a seat on the couch across from me. “Just like old times.”
“You mean before you saw me naked?”
His heated gaze lowers as I make a show of crossing and uncrossing my legs.
“I got a peak at your tits, Bug, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“You saw my ass too,” I remind him, and his eyes immediately cut to mine.
“What are you really doing here?”
“I told you, it’s my birthday weekend. By the way, I’m still waiting for you to wish me happy birthday.”
“I don’t buy it,” he says, leaning forward. “Tell me you didn’t get that sweet ass into another situation.”
I smile.
So he didn’t forget my ass—good to know.
“My ass is just fine, thank you.”
He studies me for a moment, then nods.
“Keep it that way.”
Smacking his hands to his thighs, he rises from the couch.
“Where are you going?” I ask curiously.
“Home,” he replies, pausing to stand in front of me. “Something tells me I’m going to need all the rest I can get to survive this weekend.”
I smile up at him.
“Oh?”
Blowing out a breath, he shakes his head and fingers a strand of my hair.
“You are trouble, Bug,” he says huskily.
“No more trouble than you.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” he says, lowering his hand back to his side. “I’ll see you later. Dress nice.”
“Oh, I plan on it.”
Actually, I plan on torturing him with the sexiest black dress he’s ever seen.
It’s going to be a good night.
Chapter 7
Rocco Spinelli
Violet’s presence was a hiccup I didn’t need. I was fucking exhausted and still had to deal with my uncle, not to mention I was starting to worry about a possible retaliation attack from Pablo’s men. Even though Uncle Vic had assured me that wouldn’t happen, Joaquin had gotten in my head. The truth is Uncle Vic didn’t know much about Rodrigues. He wasn’t in tune with his operation the way Joaquin was, therefore, he really wasn’t in the position to make any guarantees.
I also wasn’t in any position to make birthday plans for Violet, and yet as soon as I left Joaquin’s apartment, that’s exactly what I did. I had Omar reserve a booth for us at the club and called in a favor to a local bakery.
Then I went home and took a shower. I was fucking whipped, so much so, that I didn’t bother getting dressed. I dragged my naked ass into my bed and tried to get some sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Violet’s. It didn’t take long for me to fantasize about that smart mouth of hers and how perfect it would look wrapped around my cock. Even after rubbing one out, I was still fucking hard and I realized there was no fucking way I was going to be able to adhere to my Uncle’s warning.
How could I cut her loose when I didn’t even have her… yet?
About an hour before our scheduled dinner with Uncle Vic, Joaquin called me to tell me Violet was tagging along to the restaurant. With everything going on, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving her at the penthouse and if I’m being frank, neither did I.