Page 46 of Nicoletta
“Bitsy, I’d like you to meet Bolt.”
She extends her manicured fingers, and Bolt’s palm swallows her hand.
“And where, may I ask, did you meet this gorgeous man?” Bitsy asks slyly.
“We met in Tijuana,” Bolt drawls. “And it was lust at first sight.” He palms my ass. “The minute I saw her, my cock got hard. Next thing I know, she’s dragging me into the back hall, where we fucked each other stupid while a bunch of guys watched. Gotta tell you, she’s one hot piece of ass.”
Bitsy’s jaw literally drops as I struggle to keep a straight face.
“Ahhhh, well, it was very nice meeting you.” Bitsy scrambles away faster than I’ve ever seen her move on the tennis court.
“Do you always have to be a bad boy? Before the night is over, that story will be all over the room. And really, ‘nice piece of ass’?”
“Oh, c’mon, that bitch was asking for it. The way she was eye-fuckin’ me like I was a steak dinner. And don’t think I didn’t pick up on all that shit she said to you. She was just fishing for information.”
“Bitsy is a terrible gossip, but did you have to be so graphic?”
“Not graphic, babe, just the facts. Not one thing I said wasn’t true. You are a hot piece of ass.”
“Except it was you who dragged me into the back hallway.”
“And if I hadn’t, you would’ve probably fucked me right on top of the bar, so, for once, I was the voice of reason.”
I roll my eyes as a reply. “Bitsy aside, we have to stay on topic.”
“Right.”
I focus over Bolt’s shoulder. “I see him.”
I spy my father across the room talking to the lieutenant governor. He’s deep in conversation until he does a half turn and catches sight of me. He does a double-take, then his eyes widen.
Three seconds later, he’s heading our way.
I nudge Bolt. “Showtime.”
My father keeps us in his sights the entire way across the floor, then stops short and glares at me. “What are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Dad.”
“Don’t play games, Nicoletta.”
“I don’t know what you mean?” My voice drips with innocence. “You know I attend this function every year. As a matter of fact, you usually insist upon it. And what’s better than being here when you receive such a prestigious award?”
My father turns to Bolt. “And what are you doing here?”
“Came to see the show.” Bolt ends with a deadly smirk, and I enjoy my father’s blank expression.
My father focuses back on me. “You realize you’ve put yourselves in grave danger by coming here tonight.” His gaze shifts to Bolt. “And your entire club will feel the consequences of tampering with what’s mine.”
Bolt’s lips twist. “I’m assuming you’re not talking about your daughter?”
My father leans in and growls, “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
“Oh, right,” Bolt sneers. “You mean all those underage girls we set free.”
“Keep your voice down.” My father jerks his head over his shoulder. “There will be repercussions for what you did.”
“Ohh, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about anything happening to me tonight.” Bolt steps into his space. “You, on the other hand . . .”
