Falling for the mafia model

Samantha got into her room, took off her shoes and stood in front of her window, staring down into the dark.

She couldn't keep the smiles off her face. How could she be so much in love with someone she barely knows? She was getting scared for herself yet she couldn't stop the feelings from growing eveey now and then.

She thought about the hot kiss they had in the car and imagined how she would feel if he made love to her.

And come to think of it.....why did he hold down her hands while they kissed?

Samantha couldn't pinpoint the reason why but she'd loved it all together.

She took off her dress and tied her pink robe around her nakedness.

Her phone began ringing from her purse and she picked it up at the third ring. "It's late, Mr Welch."

"I prefer you calling me Ethan. It's late....we are not working." A soft voice sounded from the other line.

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Why did you call?"

"Come on, Samantha. We've known each other for years now. Can't I at least call to check up on