Free Seduced: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 1 by Eliza Stout Page B

received earlier from Anthony. I left the pen where it lay and pick up the card, studying it and thinking about the handsome man that had given it to me.
    Just then my cell phone began to ring.
    "Hello?" I asked as I held it up to my face.
    "Is this Tara?"
    "Yes, it is."
    "This is Anthony DiSorrento. You ran into my car this morning. You might not remember."
    I laughed. "You'll have to refresh my memory."
    "Tall. Handsome. Great hair. Frighteningly sharp sense of humor."
    "Ah, that one. How can I help you, Mr. DiSorrento?"
    "Please, call me Tony. Forgive me if this is a bit forward, but I wanted to ask you out to dinner tonight."
    "Me?" I accidentally blurted out.
    I heard his laughter come through the phone's speaker. "Who else?"
    "Sorry. I would like that very much, actually."
    "Good. I'll come pick you up tonight at around 7."
    I gave him the address to my small apartment and wrapped up the phone call. When he had hung up I tossed my phone back down onto the desk and immediately leapt from my chair, dancing around my cubicle. I shook my hair wildly in excitement and bumped the back of the chair with my behind, causing it to roll across the floor a couple feet where it was stopped by running into a pair of high heels standing in the entrance. I looked up and Lacie was standing there with a confused but obviously amused look on her face. I wondered how long she had been there. Embarrassed, I quickly straightened up my outfit but I couldn't contain the huge smile that was spread across my face.
    "Are you okay?" she said playfully.
    "Remember the accident I was in earlier this morning?" I asked her.
    "Yeah."
    "Well, the guy I hit just called and asked me out to dinner."
    "Really?"
    "Really. He's handsome and smart and funny... has a real nice car too."
    "He had a nice car, anyway. Before you got a hold of it."
    I made a face at her comment. "Oh, and apparently he's successful also. A vice president." I snatched his business card off of my desk and handed it to her.
    "Anthony DiSorrento," she read out loud as she flipped the business card over in her fingers. "Capitol Waste Disposal Services. Hm. Why does that sound familiar?"
    I shrugged.
    "Wait. I think I know!" she exclaimed. "Stay here. I'll be right back."
    She rushed away and down the hall, to her own cubicle, and then came back shortly with a copy of newspaper in her hands, the pages all creased, mismatched, and out of order like a thoroughly used newspaper tends to get. She awkwardly searched through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "Here. Is this him?"
    I studied the pixilated newspaper quality photograph for a moment. It was him. He was wearing an expensive looking suit, like he had that morning, and the picture was apparently snapped of him as he was leaving some expensive restaurant downtown.
    "Tara..." Lacie said, looking quite serious now. "He's in the mafia."
    "No. He can't be. I don't believe that. Let me see it."
    I snatched the paper from her hands to read the article more carefully. It was definitely him. The paper mentioned that he was currently under a high profile investigation for alleged racketeering and organized criminal activities.
    "This doesn't say anything," I said wishfully. "Alleged. That's all it says. Alleged. Under investigation. He hasn't been charged with anything."
    "What are you going to do now?"
    "I mean... I guess I'm going to have dinner with him."
    "What? You can't do that! He could be dangerous!"
    "He's not. He seemed sweet. Trust me."
    "Trust you? He's handsome, I'll give you that... but Tara, come on. He's a criminal."
    "I don't know... this just has to be some kind of mistake. I should at least give him the benefit of the doubt. I owe him that much for being so kind."
    Lacie just shook her head and I could tell that she was disappointed in me. Still, there was nothing she could say that was going to change my mind at this point. She just didn't know. I had met him in person. I had spoken with him. She hadn't and