His Christmas List: – Naughty Stories For Your Stocking
His Christmas List: BRUNETTI: Chapter 1

Excited chatter echoes from the nearby buildings and the line shuffles forward a little more.

Eleven at night and we are lined up and waiting to go into a favorite haunt, L’ Esotico.

An elite nightclub for the rich and famous isn’t where we belong, but on Saturday nights, we like to pretend. We dress up to the nines, wear our highest stilettos, and pretend not to be excited when we spot a celebrity. We usually wait over an hour just to be let in, and not everyone can get in. . .it’s a select crowd, but lucky for us, one of the doormen has a thing for my best friend Allegra.

“I fucking hate this strapless bra.” Allegra winces as she twists it under her dress. “Who invented this shit?”

“A man, I’m assuming.” My eyes linger on the girls in front of us. One of them is a model who’s dating a Formula One driver. She’s so stunning that I can hardly take my eyes off her. The people-watching here is next-level.

A blacked-out SUV pulls up; the doors open and a group of men get out. Six men in their late twenties, all hot and gorgeous.

“Oh my fucking god,” the girl in front of us whispers. “They’re here.”

The friend she is with bounces on the spot. “Holy shit.”

“Who are they?” Allegra asks them.

“The Ferrara crew.”

“Who are they?” I frown.

“Girl.” She turns and tilts her head to the side as if I’m an alien. “Where have you been hiding?”

I giggle, “America.”

She looks me up and down. “You look Italian.”

“Italian heritage but grew up in New York. I’m Halle, and this is my friend, Allegra. We’re here working for twelve months.”

“Hi, I’m Livia, and this is Ginevra.” She introduces herself. Our attention goes back to the men who just got out of the car, exuding confidence, and power. Everyone in line is watching them.

“So they work for Ferrari?” I ask as I watch them walk up toward the front doors. “No.” The girls both laugh as if I’m an idiot. “They run Italy.”

“What part?” I frown.

“The illegal part.”

“What?” I whisper. My eyes linger on the one at the back, black fitted button-up shirt, and dark hair with a bit of length to it. A jaw so square, it could cut glass. Fit, toned, and handsome as all hell. Fun written all over his face.

Fucking hell…

They stop to talk to a man who is crossing the road; they obviously know him and are laughing as he tells them a story.

“What are their names?” Livia asks.

“The one in the white shirt is Giuliano Ferrara, and the guy in the jacket is Valentino.” She narrows her eyes as she thinks. “I don’t know the other two, but the guy at the back is Bruno… At least, I think that’s his name. I’m not sure, though, to be honest.”

“Bruno,” I repeat as my eyes linger on the fine specimen. His sleeves are rolled up, and ropelike veins slink the length of his forearms.

Another blacked-out car pulls up and two men get out, these two older.

“Good lord,” Livia whispers. “Who are these gods?”

“That is the god,” Ginevra replies. “That’s Enrico Ferrara and his brother Matteo.”

“Wait, wasn’t the other one a Ferrara too?”

“Brothers.”

“Wouldn’t mind being the meat in that family sandwich,” Livia whispers as she looks them up and down.

Eventually, they walk up the stairs to the front doors. The doorman smiles, shakes their hands, and then unhooks the red rope. They walk straight into the club without even paying.

“Why didn’t they have to get in line?” Allegra moans.

“Nobody would ever be game enough to make them get in line.”

“Seriously, what I wouldn’t give.” Ginevra swoons as she watches them disappear into the club.

“Forget it.” Livia scoffs. “They are not the kind of men you mess with.”

“Why not?” I ask, my interest piqued. I could totally see myself messing with them.

Hard.

“Because your next boyfriend will end up dead in a ditch.”

I laugh.

“You think I’m joking?” she replies.

“Oh.”

“Trust me on this one. No matter how gorgeous they are, you stay the fuck away from those men.”

Warnings are fascinating things, don’t you think?

Meant to turn you off, they actually turn you on… At least, they do me.

I sip my drink as my eyes roam over every inch of the perfect male specimen located in the VIP section of the club for all of the beautiful people.

The VIP is raised and has a rope around it… while I stand in the crowded, dark, regular part of the club with the new friends we met in line, staring up in awe. I cannot take my eyes off him even for a second.

I have never seen such a virile man.

The way he stands, legs wide, back straight. Power oozing out of his every cell. He’s smoking a cigar and drinking an amber liquid as he talks to his friends, and every woman who walks past him gives him a pleading smile.

Pick me.

He seems uninterested in anything other than his friends. As he speaks, he leans his leg up on a stool, and I can see his thick quad muscle through his pants. My insides contract in appreciation as I imagine being between them.

Dear lord.

What would it be like to spend a night with a man like him?

“I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll get us another round of drinks, same again?” I ask.

“Yes, please,” Allegra replies.

With my mind firmly on the Italian god, I walk to the other side of the club and go to the bathroom. The line is long, and I have to wait a while, ugh. I bet they don’t have to wait in the VIP section. I imagine the luxurious facilities, and that’s as well as the luxurious men. Screw this, I’m looking into it this week. How do I get us on that damn VIP guest list?

I eventually get to go and put my hands under the water as I wash them, and I check myself in the full-length mirror. My long blonde hair is out and full, and I’m wearing a ruched tight black dress that hugs in all the right places, with nude sky-high stilettoes.

I turn to look at my behind and roll my lips to hide my smile. I like this outfit, and I know I look good in it… pity it’s the only thing that I own worthy of a place like this.

Right, I need to buy some hot-girl outfits too. Motivation runs through my blood.

I need to meet him.

It’s not a want, it’s a need.

Since the moment I laid eyes on him outside, he’s all I can think about.

I don’t know how, but I’m going to make it happen.

I walk out and around the corner and slam straight into someone walking the other way. “I’m so sorry.” I look up into big brown eyes as he grabs my arms to stop me from falling backward.

It’s him.

He gives me a slow sexy smile as he looks me up and down. “I’m not,” he says in a heavy accent.

Oh…

“Hi,” I whisper as nerves steal my breath.

“Ciao.” His hands drop to my hips. “Bellissima.” His eyes follow his hands as they lead down the curve of my body. “Do you know what to do with this con questo Corpo, or is it just for show?”

“What’s con questo Corp?”

His dark eyes hold mine, and a strand of his black hair drops over his forehead. “What you say…” He searches for the right word in English, “Equipment.”

My mouth falls open in surprise.

What the hell?

“Do I know what to do with this equipment?” I repeat, to make sure I heard him right.

He puts his finger under my chin and pulls my face up to meet his. “That’s what I said.” He leans in and puts his mouth to my ear. “I can show you what to do with it.” His breath on my neck tickles my senses, and I feel goose bumps scatter up my arms.

Fuck.

“I’m good.”

Amusement flashes across his face. “I have no doubt.” He pushes me backward and pins me to the wall with his body. He towers over me; his large, muscular body takes over mine, and I feel arousal begin to throb through my bloodstream.

He stares down at me as his thumb trails down my jawline and over my lips. They instinctively part as I try to hold it together. “What is an innocent American doing in a place like this?”

Trying to breathe…

Without warning, his lips take mine, aggressively, instinctively, as his hips pin me harder to the wall and I feel the large bulge between his legs. “What is your name?”

“Halle,” I murmur. “What’s yours?”

“Bruno.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Bruno.”

He gives me a slow, sexy smile. “It will be nice to fuck you, Halle.” He cups my face more urgently and kisses me again, this time with suction, and my legs nearly buckle from beneath me. “I will come replace you later.” Then, without another word, he turns and walks off.

I slump back against the wall as I watch him disappear through the crowd.

Holy fucking shit.

I stumble to the bar and wait in line with a goofy smile on my face. I look around at all the people acting normal, wondering if they can tell what just happened to me in the darkened hall around the corner.

Who even am I?

I get our drinks and make my way back to the group and pass them out. “Thank you.” Allegra says. “We’re going to have this drink and go to another club?”

“What?” I frown. “No, no, I want to stay here.”

She leans in so the others can’t hear me. “The girls said they know a better place and want to introduce us to their friends.”

“I just met a guy over there and he said he’s going to come look for me.”

“These are the first girls we’ve met that we’ve liked. We wanted to make friends, and this is our chance.”

“I know, but…” I crane my neck to see if I can see Bruno. None of his friends are standing in the VIP section anymore.

Did they leave?

“Okay, but just for an hour, and then can we come back here?”

“Fine.” She leans in and whispers again, “But if we’re having fun with them, we’re staying. Who cares about a stupid guy?”

“It’s the one we saw outside, Bruno. The hot one they warned us about.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you crazy?”

“Probably. He kissed me in the hallway.”

“What the fuck?” Her eyes dart over to the VIP section. “Where is he now?”

“I don’t know, but he said he was coming looking for me.”

“Okay, we’ll come back, but only if you set me up with his friend, Valentino.”

I giggle and clink my glass with hers. “Deal.”

Stupid plans have a tendency to turn into stupid outcomes.

We went to the other club and it was boring, and then the new and exciting friends we met wanted to go home after half an hour. Allegra and I came back to Esotico, and the line to get in is so long, it’s now closed and they aren’t letting anyone else in.

“Oh my god,” I whine. “The one fucking night something exciting happens and I fuck it up.”

“He’ll be here next week, don’t worry.”

“Will he, though?” I huff as we walk toward the cab line. “I’ve never seen him here before.”

“If he’s interested, he’ll come back to look for you.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t fucking believe this. Gah, I’m so stupid… Why did I leave?” A cab pulls up and we get into the backseat, and as Rome flies by, I kick myself hard.

The week has gone by in a blur. Memories of the dark and dangerous man from Saturday night have filled my every waking thought.

I keep hearing the way he said my name, seeing the way he pinned me to the wall. Almost feel the hard bulge in his pants…

It will be nice to fuck you, Halle.

Gah…

How is he so hot?

I’m going back to that club on Saturday night as a matter of urgency. I already know he’s a bad decision, but damn it, I don’t care. Some bad decisions are worth the risk.

If my senses tell me anything, it’s that a few hours alone with him would be worth it.

My phone dances across my desk, and the name Allegra lights my screen.

“Hi,” I answer.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.” I roll my eyes, knowing full well that she’s about to tell me a new hair brain idea. She’s famous for them, at least with me.

“Good, because I just got us the best tickets in town.”

“For what?”

“A special event tonight.”

“What kind of special event?”

“A mingle night at the mirage.”

“Mingle?” I frown. “What’s a mingle night?”

“It’s like a speed-dating . . .”

“Nope,” I cut her off midsentence, “I’m not going to a speed-dating night. I do not want to be stuck talking to losers all night. I could think of nothing worse.”

“Come on,” she whines. “Please.”

“Allegra, no,” I whine back. “These places are the bottom of the barrel.”

“This is for the cool people.”

“No cool people speed date,” I fire back.

“It will be fun, come on. Please… For me?”

I roll my eyes as I think it over.

“Please,” she continues.

“Fine, but on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“You come with me to Esotico to replace that guy I met, every time until I replace him.”

“Fine,” she replies, and I can tell she’s smiling. “I’ll be at yours at seven and we’ll catch an Uber.”

“I guess.” I sigh. I imagine having to make small talk with idiots all night—even the thought is exhausting. “See you then.”

Ugh, how does she talk me into this crap?

Excited chatter fills the restaurant as anticipation hangs in the air.

The crowd in the restaurant is eclectic, and I have to say, better than I imagined.

“Oh my god, this is going to be so good.” Allegra nudges me with her elbow. “Look how gorgeous some of the guys are.”

“Key word being some.” I twist my lips as I look around. We got a glass of Champagne on arrival, and everyone is chatting and laughing before the ceremonies get underway in ten minutes. “So how does this work?” I ask her.

“I did some research, and I think that each girl sits at a table for two and the boys move around the room when a timer goes off. They have a place to start and an order of tables to go to, or something like that.”

“Okay, well, at least we don’t have to walk around and go to them, I guess. That would be awkward.”

“I know. See this guy here,” she whispers way too loud, “I’m hoping I get to speed date him.”

“Where?” I glance around to see who she’s talking about, but instead I see something better than I ever expected.

Standing in the corner with a group of friends and talking, my Mr. Dark and Dangerous.

“Oh my fucking god, it’s him.”

“Who?”

“Bruno.” My nerves instantly simmer. “The guy from Saturday night.”

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