Sold To The Mafia Lord
A waiter came over, notebook in hand and a bright grin plastered on his face.
"What can I get you beautiful ladies?"
"I’ll have an iced Americano," Jazmine said smoothly.
"And for you, gorgeous?" he asked, giving me a flirty look that made me shrink a little in my seat.
Before I could respond, Jazmine smirked. "If you knew who her husband was, you’d already be digging your own grave."
My eyes widened. "Jaz!" I hissed under my breath.
“I’ll just have a latte,” I said softly, giving him a polite smile to ease the tension.