ALESSANDRO
I walked into the warehouse and found Alessandro packing cocaine into a suitcase; he looked at me and stopped in his tracks.
"Very romantic, Mr. Russo," I tease, walking slowly to him, my heels clicking on the concrete floor.
"Packing drugs on our date night, aren't you?" I folded my arms across my chest, my breasts popping out a little.
"I'm sorry baby, I just needed to ship these out or I would be in deep shit with the American mafia He sighed and I walked around his desk and
placed my hands on his chest, stroking my hands along, which made his breathing hitch.