Amanda
My skin pickled in excitement as Marco helped me into his bright red Ferrari. His hand gently held my waist at his false pretense of helping me into the car but I knew he just wanted to touch me. I knew the reaction this outfit would get out of him and it worked like a charm.
I figured it was my own sick game of revenge, to prove to him I just was as desirable as any other woman that he compared me not to be.
He gently closed the door for me and rounded the car. Paparazzi had gathered but his security kept them back far enough that the bright flashes of their cameras did not blind me. His dark tinted windows seemed to help greatly at that aspect too.
When he climbed in I made sure to keep myself busy on my phone answering emails and making sure to avoid as much conversation as possible until we were in the restaurant and surrounded by other people.
Without Cody driving us the air felt thicker and almost hotter. Marco's long strong legs and upper body filled the car that despite how small I was it almost felt like there was barely enough space for me to move. He completely dominated it with his spicy musk scent and undertone of sandalwood. It was suffocating having his scent all around me again that I had to shake my head just to get the intrusive thoughts out of my head.
I could see him from my peripheral eye view. His eyes were set on the road as he drove, he constantly clenched his jaw as his facial expression showed he was deep in thought. His heavy breathing filled the car and I knew if it was anyone else I would have found it annoying, but with him, it was erotic.
"Marco," I softly voiced.
His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, "Amy."
My breath hitched for a second. My simple nickname sounded so different coming from him. There was something about his accent, the rumble of it and the drawl of it that turned 'Amy' into something of my greatest fantasy.
"Do you have a cold?" I innocently looked at him.
That seemed to surprise him as he raised his eyebrows then smiled. A crinkled smile that turned the hard ridges of his face soft and exposed his slightly long dimples. I could not help but think 'what happened to Italian men once they passed thirty?' because Marco was a specimen.
Meanwhile Edward still looked like he could pass for twenty-seven.
"No," he chuckled, the low thunder filling the car, "I do not have a cold. Why do I look sick?"
"Your loud breathing made me believe you had nasal congestion," I dug into my small purse and took out a mint sweet, unwrapped it then held it up to his lips, "Here, always helps me clear my sinuses."
He looked at me through the corner of his eye, down to the sweet then eyed my purse, "How don't I know you just picked it up from the side of the road just to play a sick prank on me?"
"Ah," I smacked my lips together, "If you want to be that way very well." I was about to pop the sweet into my own mouth when he suddenly held the sweet between his two rows of teeth and took it from me.
I let out a gasp in shock when he held my wrist preventing me from pulling away and sucked on the pads of my finger and thumb. He let out a satisfied hum then pressed a gentle kiss to them, "Didn't want any mint to go to waste?"
"You're a neanderthal," I hissed and quickly held my hand to my chest. The feeling of his lips against my skin turned it ablaze. I had never experienced anything like it but then again Marco did have those lips. You could just stare at them forever.
"And there's nothing wrong with my breathing. I always breathe like this," he hummed as he sucked on the sweet.
"Sounds like you just ran a marathon."
"Seeing you in this dress can make any man feel like that."
I rolled my eyes so far I was shocked I did not see my brain, "Yeah right. Don't say such things with other people around. Wouldn't want things getting back to Edward's ears."
"Oh we wouldn't want that would we now," he faked fear as he trembled, "But I'm sure you're a big girl now. Surely you don't kiss and tell. Your brother doesn't need to know everything."
My eyebrows furrowed together at the mention of 'kiss'. "Don't think I'm thinking of ever kissing you. I rather cut my lips off with a knife than ever entertain you and Edward knows all. He keeps me safe."
"I can keep you safe," he shrugged.
"You can't even keep your name out of the tabloids for ten minutes! I wouldn't trust you," I laughed loudly and clapped my hands, "Trust me Edward is a safer bet."
He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug and frowned, "Just because my name is in the tabloids it does not mean I can't keep yours out of it."
"I wouldn't want to gamble, the poor model's life you ruined is being torn apart on social media because of your drunken night of sloppy- of sloppy rumping in the sheets."
"I would offer you more discretion."
I almost choked on my breath, "Marco! You still must be hungover."
"I am perfectly sober," he quickly turned to look at me, "Has my reaction to you not been obvious?"
"I chose to ignore it!" I hissed, "And whatever this is, is just a sick prank of you trying to get into my head again. Didn't you have enough eight years ago when you completely ruined me!" I snapped.
"Amanda-"
"If you're going to behave like this during dinner then turn the car back. I'm not going to deal with your antics if you can't talk to me professionally then don't talk to me at all."