That I’m within walking distance of Gianni’s. The trek is quick, a few blocks at most and I’m walking through the door, enveloped in a big hug by Luca. He’s my boss, sure. But that’s at the club. Here, in the outside world, he’s a friend and sometimes play-partner. “I hear you invited our friend.” I roll my eyes. “No, I invited your friend, dork.” He straightens, glaring at me. “That’s Master Dork to you, puppy.” He swats me on the ass. I squeak and shuffle ahead of him toward the back room. The dining room’s gotten enough of a show. I try to keep my composure as I navigate through the tables. I know Luca’s following close on my heels and he’s sure to tease me a little more when we get behind closed doors. My only hope is to hide behind someone bigger. Preferably, Zeke. That thought nearly brings me to a standstill. I fiddle with the knob on the door, pretending that my halt is due to trouble with the handle and not with the fact that I’m a little more than attracted to the man.
