Enzo

She stopped and turned around, but didn't come back. Her face was carefully blank.

"What's your name?"

"Sera. With an 'e'."

A pretty Italian name for a beautiful woman. "Sera what?"

"Just Sera."

I shoved my hands into the front pockets of my dress slacks in an attempt to disguise the raging hard on she gave me just by standing there in that goddamn non-dress I knew was hiding underneath her coat. "Come back. I need a date, and you're already here." Because I sure as hell wasn't allowing her to run off to someone else who wouldn't think twice about abusing that luscious young body.

She glanced down...