CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

"You do realize this is the first time we're in an actual restaurant together, right?" Alessandro looks accusingly at me over the rim of his wine glass.

"And yet you're pressurizing me to move in with you." I retort back. "A little backward, don't you think?"

"I never liked normal things." He shrugs.

He's looking especially handsome tonight, not because he's wearing a business suit, but because he's actually wearing a pair of dark-washed denim jeans and a black, knitted polo-neck which accentuates his insane muscle build. I almost stabbed the waitress in the eye for looking at him too long.

Phoebe was right. I need to stake my claim.

"I like living with the girls. Plus, you're never around, I'm going to be awfully lonely all by myself in that big, old apartment of yours." His eyes follow my lips as I take a sip of my wine. Phoebe painted it in that shade of red, the same one the night we first saw each other.

"You should know I always get what I want."

Good thing we're se