Chapter SIX

“Can I take you out tonight?” Bruno asked, taking a chance.

Mara was worth any risk, he realized. The feelings she gave him were fucking addictive, and he wanted to return the favor. Wanted to make her feel as good as possible. He knew he could. She just had to let him in.

“Yes,” Mara replied, agreeing so quickly she was blushing a bright red and he was grinning from ear to ear.

When eight o’clock rolled around, Bruno slid his car into park and walked up the stairs to her door. He knocked and waited a beat for her to open it, the sounds of her heels clicking on the tiled floor echoed inside his head, and when he saw her standing there in her tight black dress and red stilettos, he was wrecked yet again.

“You look⁠—”

“Is it too much?” she asked when he swallowed audibly.

“Fuck. Mara, you look gorgeous,” he growled.

“Really?”