Bruno could not stop the smile from spreading across his face. Last night had really happened. He’d had his first unofficial official date with Mara.
Sexy little Bunny didn’t know how hot she was when she’d moaned after trying his rigatoni pomodoro, and no, that was not an Italian euphemism for penis. Though to be fair, that part of him had been begging for attention all night long.
He was trying to be a gentleman, but it wasn’t easy. Not when she was all curves and hard won smiles. Fuck, getting her to loosen up during that dick name game had been an achievement in and of itself. The fact she’d said yes to dinner made him want to climb the tallest tower and beat on his chest like some kind of fucking King Kong.
“What’s got you whistling?” Carter asked, joining him in the hallway.