Leah's Seduction: 6 (Gianni and Leah - Leah's Seduction) by Emily Jane Trent Page B

after following me around.”
    “I can’t wait to see you,” Gianni said, before hanging up.
    Leah was glad to end the job hunt early. It was getting old. She needed to find a job soon or she’d go crazy. Dinner with Gianni would be perfect. It would take her mind off everything else. And she missed him. She had just enough time to get ready before he arrived.
    The River Café had a breathtaking view of the Manhattan skyline. Out the window, Leah looked up at the Brooklyn Bridge. “It’s beautiful here.” The restaurant was next to the water, giving a close-up view of New York harbor.
    “You look lovely,” Gianni said.
    “Thank you. I thought you’d like this dress.” Leah fingered the low-cut bodice, and then put her hand back in her lap.
    “No, I mean you .” Gianni touched her arm. “I think it’s good for you, being away from that job. I never liked you working there.”
    “I can’t say that I ever liked it,” Leah said. “But it did pay the bills. And it gave me a chance to get some experience. I’m hoping that will carry some weight once I get an interview.”
    Gianni smiled. “No doubt.”
    “What’s that gleam in your eye?”
    He glanced down at his menu. “Nothing.”
    Leah eyed him suspiciously. “I know you too well. You have something on your mind.”
    He looked up. “Well, if you know me so well, then you know that I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
    She glared at him playfully. “You are so infuriating.”
    Gianni smiled. “So I’m told.”
     

 
    Chapter 8
    They sat at the last table in a row along the windows. Gianni looked across at Leah, and the urge to have her consumed him. With the threat to her safety so recent, his need to control surged. To be in charge, own her, and protect her was what he wanted.
    Leah looked at him, the slight blush of her cheeks visible in the candlelight. Outside darkness gleamed across the water, and city lights sparkled. The restaurant and its ambience were perfect for what he had in mind. When he was ready.
    He chose Chateau Petrus, a Bordeaux from the Pomerol region. Gianni was pleased to find it on their wine list. But then, the restaurant had one of the better lists he had seen. To pair with the wine, he ordered the Italian caviar.
    “Is caviar okay?” he asked Leah.
    “I haven’t had it before.”
    “It will be a treat, then.” Under the table, Gianni rubbed his foot against hers, watching her reaction. His eyes drifted down the low-cut dress, and he admired the swell of her breasts showing at the top.
    Leah shifted in her seat. He liked it when he made her uncomfortable.
    The wine was served, and the caviar placed before them. Gianni held his glass up. “To you, baby. You do look beautiful tonight.”
    She blushed, then clinked her glass against his. “You flatter me.”
    “I like flattering you.” A thought of the threatening incident, and what could have happened to Leah, crossed his mind. He did cherish her, and abhorred the thought of her being harmed in any way. And Gianni didn’t want to imagine life without her. He knew that she hoped for him to confess love.
    Gianni just wasn’t sure about that. He tried to remember if he had ever been in love, but nothing came to mind. He had always loved women, and sex equated to love in his mind. Yet he knew for Leah there was more. And he did want to give her more.
    She sipped the deep red wine, and Gianni couldn’t take his eyes off her full lips. He imagined them wrapped around him, and he thought of touching his mouth to them. Unable to resist, he reached across the table and ran his fingertip over her lower lip.
    “Gianni,” she said.
    The sound of her voice excited him. Something in her tone. God, how he wanted her. He sipped his wine, enjoying the rich flavor and letting the feel of it engulf his senses. Leah drank more of hers. And he continued to watch her.
    Then she picked up one of the tiny crystal glasses of caviar and lifted the pearl spoon. Delicately, she slipped a