Chapter 6 – Big problem

She glanced in the mirror at the green silky dress that fitted to her body like a glove, the spaghetti straps being jeweled and crossing a few times down her back where it meet the rest of the dress, right above her butt.  She twisted and turned as she looked at herself, the dress doing amazing things to her self esteem.  And paired with her black heels and her hair up, she would look amazing; and that she could do with.

                She sighed as she stepped off the platform and out of the room, going back to her changing room to change into her suit again.  She paused as she heard the ding from the front door and then a voice that was haunting her; Damian.  She walked out of the room, smiling at him as she spotted him.

                “Hello Angelina,” he said, with a smile.

                “Hi.  What are you doing here?”

                “Was in the area and mom sent me over to pick up a dress for some party she’s going to tomorrow.  And yourself?”

                “Getting fitted for a dress.  Marie,” she said as her head turned to the sales associate, “It’s hanging in the room.  Please have them drop it off when they drop of my moms.”  The sales clerk nodded and went in the back to grab the dress for Damian.  “Are you going tomorrow to the Ritz?”

                “I am.  Guessing I’m your date, along with Rosa.”  Angel lifted a brow at Damian’s comment.  “And by that look, I’m guessing you didn’t know?”

                “No, that part was left out by Mia madre (my mother).”  He nodded, not willing to admit that the thought of picking her up made him smile.  It was a foolish thought, sure, but one he still had.  And try as he might, he couldn’t shake those thoughts. 

                “I’m sure it just slipped her mind.”

                “My mom is many things, but something like that would not have slipped; now, not being mentioned, that is different.”

                “Do you mind?  That I’m taking you?”

                “Honestly, no.  I’d rather not go with one of my brothers again.”  Another smile graced her face and he was struck again by her beauty.  He failed to see how she couldn’t see it.

                “Well I’m glad to be of service.”

                “Forgive me, Damian, I must go.  I have a few other things to look over at my office.”

                “You have an office?”

                “I have a few other businesses I own, so a central office for me is better than trying to sit in one at each place.”

                “I’d love to hear more about them.”

                “Why?”

                “As odd as it may be, Angelina, you fascinate me.  But, please don’t let me keep you.”  She grinned even more and God his breath hitched yet again.  He spoke the truth, she did fascinate him and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and learn all about her.  He watched her leave and try as he might, his eyes couldn’t stop from checking out her rounded ass.

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                Angel looked at her phone as she heard the ding for the text message.  She re-read it again and again and couldn’t say if she was thrilled or worried.  Rosa had texted her saying she had way too much homework and wasn’t going to make it so have fun with Damian.  It felt odd.  Usually Rosa did all of that early since she knew how their parents like to do these types of events.  And here she was, claiming that as an excuse.  Not that Angel didn’t believe it, but it was odd.

                Angel let out a sigh as she finished with her hair and makeup and then groaned when her phone light up with another text.  It was either her mother or Damian.  She glanced at the name and smiled to herself as her mom’s text saying Rosa wasn’t making it.  She couldn’t say why, but her gut was saying that this was a major set up.  And if there was anything Angel had learned in her years, that was to trust her gut.

                She slipped the robe off and then slipped on the dress, adding her perfume and jewelry after.  If this was a party held by Cece, then this was some kind of charity event, and knowing her mom, they were going to have to show their support.  Angel grabbed her clutch and black jacket and walked out of her room right as the door bell rang.

                “Man, this man is punctual,” she muttered to herself as she locked her phone before opening the door, her breath leaving on a sigh.  This man looked sexy in casual, hot in work attire but fucking drop dead gorgeous in a full on black tux.  Her eyes trailed over the figure before looking back up to his eyes, which were slowly eyeing her up and down.

                “You look…stunning Angelina.  That was what you were trying on and I missed it?”

                “The final product is always better.”  She ran her hand over the lapel on his jacket and nodded.  “You look amazing Damian.”

                “Think we shall make quite the stir?”

                “I have no doubt.  Sure there will be lots of tongues also asking about who we are.  Though many don’t know who I am yet, many know my dad.  And I try very hard not to go to many of these gatherings.”  Angel paused as she was locking the door behind them and looked at him.  “You know, I never asked, and I’m sure my mom didn’t either, but are you okay with all of this,” she asked, waving her hand, “being so close to the mafia?”

                “Would it matter?”

                “No, you signed away.”  He chuckled as he helped her in the car, noticing the slit that opened up and allowed him to see a whole lot of leg.

                “I’m fine with it.  It’s not like Rosa does a lot, so I won’t have many direct dealings.  But, being around the mafia, I’ve always had in my life.  You are seeing the legal side of my business Angelina, but there are many other aspects that aren’t.  And those, those deals are for and with the mafia.”

                “Yes that I did notice.  And you are right, Rosa doesn’t do much within the family, nor Jr, but tonight, you aren’t with her, you are with me.”  Damian pulled out into traffic, heading to the Ritz.

                “Angelina, if I thought that having you on my arm tonight was going to be a problem, I would voice it and walk away.  But, that’s not the grande problema (big problem) I think I’m going to have an issue with.”  Angel turned and looked at him, raising a very well defined brow.

                “So, what is the problem?”  Damian took a deep breath, knowing he opened that can and couldn’t put the lid back on.  But, there was also no time like the present to voice his thoughts.

                “Tu (you).  I have a problem on how to keep my hands to myself tonight.  Or how to touch you in the right manner, rather than grabbing that ass that’s been calling my name.”