Stolen Touches (Perfectly Imperfect, #5)

by Neva Altaj

“What I am, is uninterested.” “Uninterested.” I nod. He’s absolutely nuts. “About the people who work for you, or people in general?” “In general. With one exception,” he says and levels me with that unnerving gaze of his. “You.” I blink in confusion and quickly avert my eyes. Should I be flattered or terrified? Probably both. *

“You shooed away a whole restaurant full of people?” “You said you wouldn’t be comfortable with them staring at you.” He pulls my hand closer. “Now they won’t.” My heartbeat skyrockets. That’s the most fucking romantic thing a man has ever done for me. “So, a hundred or more people had to leave in the middle of their meal because of my shorts?” “No. They had to leave because no one gets to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Never put all your eggs in one basket, Rocco,” I say and check my watch. I need to head back, or I’ll be late for the auction.

“I’m not jealous.” I take a sip of coffee. “I just have an uncontrollable urge to kill any man who even looks at my wife.”

I put the phone back in my pocket and find Aldo and Stefano gaping at me. “We adopted a cat. It’s defective,”

“I want to feel her skin when I touch her,” I answer. “And I can’t do that if I’m wearing a glove.”

“And a gun is just a piece of metal. It can still take a life in a second, if used properly.”