Page 4 of Falling for the Mafia Dom
“Y…yes,” I stammer at him, “The DeLuca’s told me that you were coming.”
“We didn’t officially meet last time I picked you up,” he extends his large hand toward me, “I’m Angelo.”
Sliding my hand into his, a small tingle shoots through my body and I struggle to find my words to continue talking, “I…um…I’m Ellie.”
His rough, warm hand continues to hold mine after we’ve introduced ourselves and I awkwardly slide mine from his grip. It feels as though my face is on fire.
I don’t care what Lyla said, I don’t know if I can handle this.
He smiles down at me as he steps into the room. Gesturing to the small stack of boxes next to the bed, he looks back at me, “Is this everything?”
“Yes.”
“This won’t take long at all,” he lifts one of the boxes with ease, “I’ll be back in a minute to grab the rest of them.”
“Don’t be silly,” I grab a smaller and lighter box, “I’ll help, and we’ll be done in the half the time.”
“Mr. DeLuca will kick my ass if he knows I made you help move your things.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t making me,” I walk past him with my box, “But we also don’t have to tell him.”
Shaking his head as he smiles back at me, he follows me into the hallway and down the stairs. Turning my back to the front door of the dorm, I press it open with my back to allow us both to exit the building with our full hands.
“The Tahoe,” he gestures toward the vehicle with his head.
When we reach it, he slides his foot under the bumper causing the liftgate to open. He places his box into the SUV before taking mine from me and doing the same. After about an hour of strained conversation while we move everything, we eventually get the last of the boxes and suitcases loaded.
Stowing the last box in the back of the SUV, Angelo closes the liftgate and walks to the passenger side of the vehicle. When he reaches the front, he opens the door for me and smiles.
Turning for a moment, I look back at the dorm before climbing into the front seat. Once inside, Angelo shuts the door and walks the long way behind the vehicle to the other side. While I can’t hear him, I can vaguely see his lips moving as though he is talking to himself.
“Everything okay?” I question when he finally slides into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah,” he nods at me with a smile, “Everything is good.”
In awkward silence, avoiding each other’s gaze, we drive through the city and toward my new home. When we enter the compound, we drive past the turn for the DeLuca’s home, and he continues to the much larger home at the end of the driveway.
“So I don’t get my ass reamed,” he parks at the steps of the large estate, “I would appreciate if you let me carry all of the boxes in by myself.”
“Sure,” a small chuckle escapes my lips, “I will let you carry all of my things inside so you can show off your super strong muscles.”
Following him like a puppy, I trail behind Angelo as he carries a large box of my things upstairs and down a long hallway.
“The one on the right,” he instructs me when we reach the end of the corridor.
I open the door and am stunned into silence – it’s massive. In contrast, the room that Lyla and I shared for four years could easily fit inside this one ten times. Angelo carefully places the box on the floor at the foot of the bed before leaving to retrieve the rest of my things.
As Angelo brings my boxes inside, I slowly make my way through them and start figuring out where to place all my things.
“This is the last one,” he places the box on the floor as beads of sweat drip down his forehead from lugging all these boxes on his own. Lowering his head, he lifts the bottom of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. My eyes are immediately drawn to the sweat-glistening, ruggedly-detailed abs he was hiding beneath his shirt.
Even better than I was imagining!
“Thanks, Angelo,” I quickly stuff the handful of lacy panties I’m holding back into the box.
“You’re welcome, Ellie,” he walks to the hallway before continuing, “Um... Would you be interested in going to dinner with me?”
“Dinner?” I question out of shock that a guy that looks like him would want to take me out. “Yes. I would like that.”
