Elio knew that it wouldn't be the only time Savannah acted like this tonight, knowing what he had planned. She wasn't aware of it yet.
He came up to her, her fruity scent tantalizing his senses without any trouble.
"Don't look at me like this," she managed to stammer out. She arched a brow, fixing her tied hair.
"I’d stop if I could," he began, trying very hard to focus on her face alone. He wasn't a gentleman in the slightest yet there would come a time later to take a better look at the girl. "I wasn't expecting you to even own such dress. Let alone wear it."
Savannah straightened, brushing the material with her hands. It wasn't extremely tight but enough to show her wide hips and tiny waist. "Megan, one of the waitresses, gave me this dress because it didn't fit her. I'll change," she whispered, turning around.
Elio at once stopped her, leaning towards her ear. "No, I like it."
Goosebumps adorned her neck as she felt his hot breath on her skin. A minty breath replenishing the urge she had to kiss him right there and now. Remembering the kiss they'd shared by the Venetian wasn't helping either. Elio skimmed the skin right behind her ear with his nose.
"Elio," she breathed out.
Suddenly, she felt a warm feeling in-between her legs, indicating just how much the man's presence was affecting her. She tensed, feeling unfamiliar.
They heard grunting which made them come back to earth. Aiden was looking at them with mere annoyance. He raised his arm and pointed at the front door, the gesture asking whether they were going to leave.
"It appears that he's done talking," Elio joked.
"Be thankful. I don't think we would want to hear everything my brother has to say on a daily basis."
Chapter Twenty-Four
"Elio, no."
A big white building stretched in front of them. The glass windows were tinted which most likely meant that they were also one-sided. No light or people to be seen. On top of the building and right above the front entry, there was a big yellow neon sign Ecstasy, already suggesting to Savannah where Elio had taken her. She’d passed this place many times since it'd opened a year ago. Never paid much attention, knowing perfectly well that it was the kind of place people with particular tastes attended.
Not her.
Never her.
And not just because it was hard to get in.
Her legs began to shake, knees almost giving in if not for the simple reason that Elio kept her grounded with his arm around her. Right now, the girl thought that it was probably because he could see the dread settle in her expression and didn't want her to attempt an escape.
Her heart was pounding.
An exaggerated reaction. She knew that. Knowing all she did about Elio, she should have expected him to go over the top when it came to dates. Because that's what he’d called it back in the car.
Right now she could laugh because a date for her was dinner and a movie. Not a sex club.
She shook her head. "I'm not going there. No way," she refused.
"Yes, you are."
"Why in the world would you think it a good idea to come here?" she asked, even though she really didn't want to know what was going through his head when coming up with something like this.
Did he come here a lot?
How many girls had he brought here?
Elio stepped in front of her, making her look at him.
"It's a sex club," she whispered, hoping that no one heard her judgmental voice.
In any other situation, she could care less that this place existed. She was all about people doing whatever they wanted within reason. But at this moment, she was the one dragged here and she couldn't think of anything she wanted to do less than this.
The man laughed. "It's not a sex club, Savannah," he said loudly, clearly not giving a shit if someone overheard him. "At least not in the literal sense."
Savannah snorted. "As if that changes things."
"There are storytelling events organized here. Today there's a mixed theme which makes it the perfect opportunity to find out what you like."
"Storytelling events?"
He nodded and grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the entrance. He greeted the guards with a handshake, going inside without the need to wait in queue. Per usual this place must have belonged to the Famiglia. Or at least be under their protection. And people recognized Elio, which meant that it wasn’t his first time here. Just like Savannah suspected.
The inside was dark, only neon lights illuminating the space. There was a long corridor, its walls decorated with many sensual, minimalistic, black and white paintings. A fugitive glance at some of the canvases was enough to make Savannah realize what they pictured. It made her even more uneasy.
They turned right, going straight into a spacious room that looked almost like a normal VIP nightclub. There were many white leather couches, purple and pink lights highlighting their colors. Across from them, there was a small stage, however, no one was standing on it. Everyone was spread around, talking to one another.
Savannah looked at them carefully.
There were more women than men. That much was certain just by a single glance. However, both made sure to look their best. Women in their dresses, usually provocative, and men in their suits or other elegant clothing. It seemed like high-end event. Whatever this storytelling even meant.
The girl squeezed Elio's hand, ensuring that he remained by her side. He was still there, looking at her with fascination. He was trying to read her thoughts and it wasn't that hard. Savannah was scared, confused.... and captivated.
"Elio," they heard a male voice. As they turned their heads to the left where the voice was coming from, they saw a tall, slim man with raven black hair slicked back and brown eyes that flashed with an unasked question. He
