Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1 Read Online Free
Author: Eliza Stout
hand and stuffed it into his suit pocket.
I sat there in the driver's seat just gawking at this beautiful man for what must have been a few minutes as he went through the usual post-accident steps, before I realized that I should be digging through my glove compartment for insurance information or getting out to apologize or something. I shook my head quickly to bring myself back to reality and then shoved my car door open and stumbled out awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. "I should have been paying more attention!"
He looked up from the tangled bumpers and waved his hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. It's just money. Besides, you got insurance, right?"
"I do."
"No big deal, then. Let's just exchange information and get on with it. Doesn't look like anything major."
The entire time he was speaking he never really looked at me. He was still examining both of the cars closely to be certain that no serious damage had been done. I slipped back to my car to get my automobile insurance information out of the glove compartment, and while I was hidden behind the open driver's side door I quickly stretched and flattened out the rumpled outfit I had thrown on for work that morning in my depressed stupor. I combed my hand through my hair a couple times until I realized that it wasn't doing much, checked my teeth in the rear view mirror and then reappeared with my insurance card in hand. This time he looked up at me.
His eyes met mine head on and I froze in place. They were a dreamy dark caramel color, and seemed to be infinitely deep, like dark brown pools that would not come to an end no matter how long you stared into them. I could feel the tiny blonde hairs on my arm prickle up.
And then he smiled.
"I'm Anthony, by the way," he said, extending his thick hand to me.
"T... Tara," I managed to spit out as I reached out to take his hand. His grip was strong and firm, but just gentle enough to clearly be in full control while not imposing on or hurting me. "H... here's my info," I stuttered.
He raised an eyebrow at me, still smiling with those straight white teeth. "Are you alright?"
I managed to regain my composure again. "Yes, yes. Sorry. I'm just a little shaken up from the accident."
"I see. You aren't hurt are you?"
"No, no. I feel fine. Just startled is all."
"Alright, well look. Here's my number." He produced a small business card from the inside pocket of his jacket. "You give me a call if you need anything, but this seems like a pretty straightforward one. The insurance companies should be able to figure it out."
I took the card and glanced at it for a moment before slipping it into my pocket. It read 'Anthony DiSorrento' and said that he was Vice President of Capitol Waste Disposal Services.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" I asked.
He furrowed his brow when I said this. "No. There's no need. You seem like an honest girl. Right?"
I laughed. "You can trust me. Oh... here. Let me get you my number too just in case." I ran back to the car and fumbled around in my purse for a pen and quickly scribbled my cell phone number and name onto a blank sheet torn out of my address book. When he had received this from me, he looked down at it for a second, nodded, and then smiled and looked back up at me. "Alright then, Miss Tara." He looked around. "Traffic's starting to clear up. At least this gave us something to do while we waited for that to happen, yeah?"
I laughed and nodded my head in agreement as he turned and disappeared back inside of his newly spoiled Mercedes.
*
Later that day, I was sitting at my desk spinning a pen around in my fingers. I had just eaten a rather large lunch at the Mexican restaurant across the street that I was just beginning to feel guilty about. The salad I had packed with me still sat in the break room refrigerator, lonely and untouched. I fumbled the pen between my fingers and it clattered onto the desk, coming to rest on top of the business card that I had
I sat there in the driver's seat just gawking at this beautiful man for what must have been a few minutes as he went through the usual post-accident steps, before I realized that I should be digging through my glove compartment for insurance information or getting out to apologize or something. I shook my head quickly to bring myself back to reality and then shoved my car door open and stumbled out awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. "I should have been paying more attention!"
He looked up from the tangled bumpers and waved his hand in dismissal. "Don't worry about it. It's just money. Besides, you got insurance, right?"
"I do."
"No big deal, then. Let's just exchange information and get on with it. Doesn't look like anything major."
The entire time he was speaking he never really looked at me. He was still examining both of the cars closely to be certain that no serious damage had been done. I slipped back to my car to get my automobile insurance information out of the glove compartment, and while I was hidden behind the open driver's side door I quickly stretched and flattened out the rumpled outfit I had thrown on for work that morning in my depressed stupor. I combed my hand through my hair a couple times until I realized that it wasn't doing much, checked my teeth in the rear view mirror and then reappeared with my insurance card in hand. This time he looked up at me.
His eyes met mine head on and I froze in place. They were a dreamy dark caramel color, and seemed to be infinitely deep, like dark brown pools that would not come to an end no matter how long you stared into them. I could feel the tiny blonde hairs on my arm prickle up.
And then he smiled.
"I'm Anthony, by the way," he said, extending his thick hand to me.
"T... Tara," I managed to spit out as I reached out to take his hand. His grip was strong and firm, but just gentle enough to clearly be in full control while not imposing on or hurting me. "H... here's my info," I stuttered.
He raised an eyebrow at me, still smiling with those straight white teeth. "Are you alright?"
I managed to regain my composure again. "Yes, yes. Sorry. I'm just a little shaken up from the accident."
"I see. You aren't hurt are you?"
"No, no. I feel fine. Just startled is all."
"Alright, well look. Here's my number." He produced a small business card from the inside pocket of his jacket. "You give me a call if you need anything, but this seems like a pretty straightforward one. The insurance companies should be able to figure it out."
I took the card and glanced at it for a moment before slipping it into my pocket. It read 'Anthony DiSorrento' and said that he was Vice President of Capitol Waste Disposal Services.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" I asked.
He furrowed his brow when I said this. "No. There's no need. You seem like an honest girl. Right?"
I laughed. "You can trust me. Oh... here. Let me get you my number too just in case." I ran back to the car and fumbled around in my purse for a pen and quickly scribbled my cell phone number and name onto a blank sheet torn out of my address book. When he had received this from me, he looked down at it for a second, nodded, and then smiled and looked back up at me. "Alright then, Miss Tara." He looked around. "Traffic's starting to clear up. At least this gave us something to do while we waited for that to happen, yeah?"
I laughed and nodded my head in agreement as he turned and disappeared back inside of his newly spoiled Mercedes.
*
Later that day, I was sitting at my desk spinning a pen around in my fingers. I had just eaten a rather large lunch at the Mexican restaurant across the street that I was just beginning to feel guilty about. The salad I had packed with me still sat in the break room refrigerator, lonely and untouched. I fumbled the pen between my fingers and it clattered onto the desk, coming to rest on top of the business card that I had
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