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Lust for Danger: A Mafia Romance -- Book One: The Family [Erotic Mafia Romance Book] by Angela Jordan
Authors: Angela Jordan
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you’ve missed me. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
Beep .
Carlo sighed, pulling the phone away from his ear and clicking the “end call” button. He held the phone in his hand for a moment, staring at it blankly as his mind wandered off into space.
It was 11:40 AM, and he’d been waiting for Jessica for upwards of 45 minutes. He’d arrived at the museum a bit early, wanting to straighten up the place a bit and make sure everything was just-so before she showed up. They’d agreed to meet at 11, an hour before the museum opened to the public, so that they’d have some time to stroll around it peacefully with the whole museum to themselves.
Now the crowds were beginning to show up, forming a small line outside the ticket office that stretched out into the garden in the museum’s front courtyard. Carlo looked out from his vantage point inside the main hall of the east wing, observing the families with impatient children and the couples talking into each other’s ears. The late-morning sun was just beginning to burn off the morning fog, and people were beginning to unzip their jackets to welcome the warmth of its rays.
He looked at each and every face in the crowd, just to check one more time to see if Jessica’s face was among them. He recalled her pretty eyes, bright and attentive, which formed small creases in the edges when she smiled. He’d only met her for an evening, but he’d remember those eyes anywhere. But as he scanned the crowd, Carlo didn’t see Jessica anywhere.
He wasn’t hurt at her absence; somehow, he knew there must be a good reason why Jessica hadn’t shown up. Something inside him made him certain that she wasn’t the type to stand him up. He hoped she was okay; it was strange that she wasn’t answering her calls. But still, he reasoned, there must be a good reason for this as well. Maybe her phone wasn’t set up to work in Italy; maybe something had come up with her job and she’d been called away urgently. Whatever the reason, it was nothing to get upset over. After all, in his time working for the Pirellis, Carlo had learned long ago how to keep a cool head.
The truth of the matter was, Carlo had laid awake thinking of Jessica for longer than he’d like to admit. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that had drawn him to her so forcefully. She was beautiful, of course, but he’d known many beautiful women over the years – and none of them had sent his mind and heart reeling quite like Jessica had. Talking to her that evening in the café terrace, he’d had the feeling that all was right with the world. He felt a calmness, a peculiar peace of mind, that he hadn’t experienced since his mother died.
Carlo didn’t quite know the reason for this overwhelming attraction he felt towards Jessica – it was too large a thing, too complicated, to process all at once.
All he knew was that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
Taking a deep breath, he tried once last time to dial her number. He glanced at his watch – 11:51. The gates would be opening in just a few minutes now, and the crowds spilling in would fill the museum with their bustle and noise. But still, if Jessica came, he knew she’d enjoy it just as much, even with the crowds. He listened intently as the phone began to ring.
“Hi, this is Jessica. I’m not available right now. Sorry you’ve missed me. Please leave a message and—”
Carlo hung up before the message could finish, turning slowly away from the window and heading back towards the museum’s private office. He decided that the best thing to do was to forget this for now – he’d go to the office and have a coffee, and try again sometime later in the afternoon. There was no rush, after all. Nothing to worry about.
Just then, his phone rang, and the noise and the sudden vibration startled Carlo more than he’d like to admit. He whipped his hand up to
Beep .
Carlo sighed, pulling the phone away from his ear and clicking the “end call” button. He held the phone in his hand for a moment, staring at it blankly as his mind wandered off into space.
It was 11:40 AM, and he’d been waiting for Jessica for upwards of 45 minutes. He’d arrived at the museum a bit early, wanting to straighten up the place a bit and make sure everything was just-so before she showed up. They’d agreed to meet at 11, an hour before the museum opened to the public, so that they’d have some time to stroll around it peacefully with the whole museum to themselves.
Now the crowds were beginning to show up, forming a small line outside the ticket office that stretched out into the garden in the museum’s front courtyard. Carlo looked out from his vantage point inside the main hall of the east wing, observing the families with impatient children and the couples talking into each other’s ears. The late-morning sun was just beginning to burn off the morning fog, and people were beginning to unzip their jackets to welcome the warmth of its rays.
He looked at each and every face in the crowd, just to check one more time to see if Jessica’s face was among them. He recalled her pretty eyes, bright and attentive, which formed small creases in the edges when she smiled. He’d only met her for an evening, but he’d remember those eyes anywhere. But as he scanned the crowd, Carlo didn’t see Jessica anywhere.
He wasn’t hurt at her absence; somehow, he knew there must be a good reason why Jessica hadn’t shown up. Something inside him made him certain that she wasn’t the type to stand him up. He hoped she was okay; it was strange that she wasn’t answering her calls. But still, he reasoned, there must be a good reason for this as well. Maybe her phone wasn’t set up to work in Italy; maybe something had come up with her job and she’d been called away urgently. Whatever the reason, it was nothing to get upset over. After all, in his time working for the Pirellis, Carlo had learned long ago how to keep a cool head.
The truth of the matter was, Carlo had laid awake thinking of Jessica for longer than he’d like to admit. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that had drawn him to her so forcefully. She was beautiful, of course, but he’d known many beautiful women over the years – and none of them had sent his mind and heart reeling quite like Jessica had. Talking to her that evening in the café terrace, he’d had the feeling that all was right with the world. He felt a calmness, a peculiar peace of mind, that he hadn’t experienced since his mother died.
Carlo didn’t quite know the reason for this overwhelming attraction he felt towards Jessica – it was too large a thing, too complicated, to process all at once.
All he knew was that he couldn’t wait to see her again.
Taking a deep breath, he tried once last time to dial her number. He glanced at his watch – 11:51. The gates would be opening in just a few minutes now, and the crowds spilling in would fill the museum with their bustle and noise. But still, if Jessica came, he knew she’d enjoy it just as much, even with the crowds. He listened intently as the phone began to ring.
“Hi, this is Jessica. I’m not available right now. Sorry you’ve missed me. Please leave a message and—”
Carlo hung up before the message could finish, turning slowly away from the window and heading back towards the museum’s private office. He decided that the best thing to do was to forget this for now – he’d go to the office and have a coffee, and try again sometime later in the afternoon. There was no rush, after all. Nothing to worry about.
Just then, his phone rang, and the noise and the sudden vibration startled Carlo more than he’d like to admit. He whipped his hand up to
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