I slowly lowered my glasses peering over the top of them. I made eye contact with the man I had been staring at the entire night. He was handsome, gorgeous, some would even say beautiful. His brown hair curled at the nap of his neck, and his eyes were brown but turned gold when the light hit them. His chiseled jaw and cleft chin brought my attention directly to his full lips.
As I stared at his lips he smiled. I smiled back at him and gently bit my bottom lip, hoping he would take that as an invitation to join me at the bar top. This was one of the most popular bars in Rome, full of beautiful Italian men and women. People came here every night hoping they would get to take someone home. Men, women, it didn’t matter.
That was exactly the reason I came here, and I had my eyes set on this beautiful man across the room from me. He pushed out of his chair coming to his feet and slowly made his way to me. I watched him the entire time, my eyes took in his tall figure. He was probably around 6’6”. He towered over most of the people in this bar. Three buttons were unbuttoned at the top of his shirt showing off his sculpted pecs and the gold chain that flashed when it hit the light.
He stopped a couple steps away from me. “Is this seat taken?” He asked, his voice rolled through me causing me to shiver and squeeze my legs together.
“Yes.” I said. I smirked as his eyebrows raised in surprise, clearly thinking he had misunderstood me.
“By whom, may I ask?”
“By you.” I said boldly. I was laying it on thick, but I needed him to take me home. Men like this need the chase, they need the challenge, and I was going to deliver.
He smirked, his shoulders relaxing as he pulled the stool away from the bartop and sat down. He waved the bartender over and ordered another red wine for me.
Of course he did. Supply me with alcohol and then I would be more likely to go home with him. Little did he know that was my goal. I wanted to go home with him. I needed to. I needed it.
The bartender handed me the wine glass and I took a small sip. It was delicious, Italy really has the best wine. The best men too.
“Where’s your place?” I said leaning forward, my breasts almost spilling out of my dress. Seduce him, tease him, give him a peek and he won’t be able to resist.
His eyes traveled down my throat, stopping on my breasts. His breath hitched, lust shone through his golden eyes. He slowly gazed back up to my eyes. He stood from the bartop grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bar.
We walked a couple blocks until we came to a beautiful gated apartment building. This man was rich. I watched the muscles in his back ripple as he took his keys out and opened the gate. We slowly walked the cobblestone pathway to the front door he quickly unlocked.
He opened the door, pulling me inside, and quickly shut the door. His mouth was immediately on mine. A frenzied passion overtook him and he slammed my back into the door. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him explore my mouth and suck lightly on my neck. His frenzy faded and he gently placed me back on my feet.
“Do you have a bathroom?” I whispered against his lips?
He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I moaned.
“In the hallway, the second door on the left.”
I kissed him again gently nipping on his lower lip, then headed towards the bathroom.
In the bathroom I stripped out of my clothes. The red lace lingerie left nothing to the imagination. My nipples peeked through the red bralette, and the underwear was little mere scraps of fabric.
I was ready. This is what I had waited for all night. I turned the bathroom light off and made my way back down the hallway. He was in the living room sitting on the sofa with a small glass of whiskey in his hands.
He looked up as he heard me, his haze glazed over from the alcohol and lust. With my hands behind my back I swished hips as I walked into the living room stopping far enough away from him so he could still see my entire body.
“You are exactly what I needed tonight.” he murmured, his words slurred.
“So are you.” I said pulling the gun from behind my back and firing three rounds into his chest.
I walked to the bathroom, grabbed my phone out of my purse and texted the unknown number.
Target: Luca Salvatore Eliminated
Awaiting Next instructions
I slowly pulled my clothes on. Then faced the mirror as I wiped the droplets of blood off of my face. I fixed my makeup and hair, as my phone buzzed on the counter top. I picked up the phone, reading the text from the unknown number.
Target: Matteo Russo
Weapon: Poison
I had my next target. I looked up from my phone staring at my reflection in the mirror and smiled.