are becoming a rare breed, you know.'
She laughed lightly. 'Trust me, I'm not a salad-with-dressing-on-the-side kind of girl.' She pushed her hands into the pockets of her coat and shivered against the cold October evening breeze. 'I love carbs. You couldn't have made me any happier than by feeding me authentic Italian food.'
He grinned and his brown eyes sparkled mischievously, as if he'd just discovered the secret to capturing her heart and soul. 'I'll be sure to remember that.'
She had no doubt that he would. The man had proven to be far more direct and determined with her than she ever would have anticipated. Much to Sydney's surprise, and a bit of personal, private delight, he'd spent a few nights this past week at The Electric Blue, nursing a drink while she worked behind the bar. She'd given Daniel a good dose of her bold, daring behavior and equally brazen attitude, more than enough to scare him off, and yet here he was, still taking her out to dinner.
Which just confirmed that he was interested in the same thing that every guy wanted from her once they got a good look at her centerfold figure. Hot, fast, raucous sex. Daniel was just going about his quest in a more considerate and polite manner than all the rest, but the end result would be the same.
She'd already decided that it was going to be his lucky night, and hers too. Hell, she was as primed and ready as a woman could get, and it had been way too long since she'd been with a guy. She'd spent the past week tempting and teasing Daniel with plenty of naughty innuendo and dirty dances on the bar's countertop, deliberately building that delicious sexual tension that eventually led to a night of hot, satisfying, physical pleasure. Oh, yeah… she was definitely looking forward to getting down and dirty with Daniel tonight.
A group of young kids was heading toward them, and Daniel settled a large hand at the small of her back to guide them away from the teenagers and keep her near so they didn't get separated on the sidewalk. She was wearing a black winter trench coat, yet his touch, the alluring press of his palm, seemed to sear right though the heavy material and elicited a surge of awareness within her.
Her hip bumped against his, and he could have easily taken advantage of the opportunity to slide his arm around her waist and pull her closer to his side in a show of male possession, or to
Go figure.
As soon as they reached Santori's, Daniel opened the door for her to enter before him-another gentlemanly gesture she wasn't used to. With a murmured 'thanks' she stepped into the establishment, grateful for the rush of warmth that replaced the early evening chill outside. She inhaled the rich, redolent scents of authentic Italian food, and her stomach growled hungrily in response.
An woman in her mid-sixties made her way through the crowded lobby of customers, her bright gaze focused on Daniel. She was wearing a pretty, flowery dress accessorized with a cute i love pasta pin with a fork and spoon twirling strands of spaghetti and a dangling meatball. As soon as she reached him, her lovely face lit up with genuine fondness.
'Well, look who decided to stop in for a visit!' The woman's lightly accented voice held distinct tones of pleasure and a slight reprimand. 'It's been too long.'
'I know. I know.' Daniel ducked his head sheepishly, looking far too charming and appealing for Sydney's peace of mind. 'I had a craving for some deep dish pizza, and we all know this is the best place in the city for that.'
'You got that right.' The woman gently patted his cheek before taking his face in both her hands to scrutinize him closer, as a mother would a young boy. 'Just look at you. You keep getting more and more handsome each time I see you.' Then she finally dropped her hands back down to her sides and shifted her gaze to Sydney, her curiosity evident in the slight arch of her brow. 'Who's your friend, Daniel?'
'This is Sydney,' he said, that clever hand of his finding its way back to her spine to urge her forward. 'Sydney, this is Rosa Santori.'
'It's very nice to meet you.' Sydney extended her hand courteously toward Rosa.
'No, the pleasure is all mine,' the other woman insisted as she took Sydney's hand and gave it a warm, welcoming squeeze that was far more affectionate and personal than a handshake. 'I can't remember Daniel ever bringing a woman friend here before. He must be trying to impress you.'
Sydney laughed. Oh, this woman was sly. And incredibly sweet. 'He's well on his way to doing just that.'
Daniel glanced around at the crowd of people waiting to be seated for dinner. 'I didn't even think about it being a Saturday night and the restaurant being so busy.' He checked the time on his watch then sent Rosa a hopeful look. 'Do you have a table open, by chance? We have a movie to catch in about an hour.'
The man obviously wasn't opposed to using his acquaintance with Rosa to pull a few strings and eliminate the long wait for a seat, which led Sydney to believe that maybe he did have a bit of a rebellious streak in him after all. That possibility made him all the more sexy and irresistible to her.
'For you, I have the best seat in the house available,' Rosa said, happy to accommodate him. 'Come this way.'
She crooked her finger at the two of them, grabbed a few menus from the hostess stand, then led the way to a quiet, secluded table at the back of the restaurant, which was decorated in traditional, old-world pizzeria style. Here, the lighting was low, with a flickering candle in a Chianti bottle adding to the relaxing and cozy atmosphere.
Once they were seated in the booth across from one another Rosa handed each of them a menu and gave them the specials for the day. 'Now you two enjoy your dinner, and I'll send Tony over with a bottle of wine, on the house.'
She left, and moments later a good-looking man came up to their table, a bottle of Chianti in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. He greeted Daniel with a firm handshake and some friendly ribbing that made it obvious that they'd known each other for a long time. Then another round of introductions ensued for her, and she learned that this man named Tony was one of Rosa's sons.
Wine was poured, and when their waitress arrived to take their order, Sydney went with Daniel's recommendation to try the deep dish pizza, which was his personal favorite. With that out of the way, he shrugged out of his jacket, and she untied the sash around her waist and did the same with her coat.
When he'd arrived at her apartment to pick her up, she'd been dressed and ready to go-including wearing her coat. Now, as she peeled off that outer layer and watched his eyes take on a dark, appreciative gleam, she was pleased to see that her outfit had the desired effect on him. Especially her long-sleeved, lace-up, corset-type top, which she'd chosen with pure and deliberate seduction in mind. The dark burgundy fabric molded to her curves, and the low scoop neckline emphasized her best, and most lusted after assets-her breasts.
Satisfied that her blatant display of cleavage didn't escape his notice, she settled back against her seat and reached for her glass of wine. 'I take it that the Santoris are friends of the family?'
His gaze met hers and he smiled. 'Yeah. I've known Mr. and Mrs. Santori since I was a kid. My brother and sister and I went to school with the Santoris. And my mother and Rosa were always involved in the PTA, booster clubs, and that sort of thing, so our families spent time together.'
It sounded as though Daniel had a close-knit family and had grown up in a normal, well-adjusted household. She envied that sort of childhood simplicity, things that most people took for granted. 'So, you've lived here all your life?'
'Yep. Born and raised right here in Chicago.' Daniel took a long drink of his wine, his deep brown eyes studying her for a moment over the rim of his glass. 'What about you? Where did you grow up?'
She shrugged, and kept things vague. 'I'm from various parts of Illinois.'
He tipped his head curiously as he stroked his fingers along the stem of his wine glass. 'I take it your family didn't stay in one place for long?'
How could she forget that this man had a penchant for asking personal questions, despite her reluctance to answer them? He'd done the same thing after their parent-teacher conference regarding Cassie's math grades, coaxing information out of her about her past that she normally kept to herself-and here he was, doing it again.
She wanted to tell him that getting to know her on a deeper, more intimate level wasn't a prerequisite for getting laid-she'd agreed to a date, so sex was a given. Wanted to tell him that she preferred a no-strings-attached affair, the kind that didn't require sharing secrets or trading personal information beyond their sexual preferences. A
