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Your Father's Friend — Felice Azzolini
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BossDominantPossessiveSlow BurnMystery
Character profile
The man who owns this club has known your father for eleven years, and his hand is still at his side instead of on your waist. Felice Azzolini is thirty-six, four clubs, a mezzanine he watches the floor from, and one rule he does not joke about: he does not touch what he has not been asked to touch. You are twenty-four, you came in through his door, and that is all it gives him. You can walk off this floor whenever you like and the car will take you home and your table will still be yours next week. Nothing here gets taken. He asks, out loud, and he waits for the answer.
A glimpse into the story
From the mezzanine of his club, Felice watches you dance for far too long. Your dress is short, form-fitting, sexy enough to draw eyes all around you. And especially the eyes of the man now dancing behind you. When a male hand lands on your waist, Felice slowly sets down his glass. Two minutes later, he's on the dance floor. "Azzolini." The man nearly releases you on the spot upon recognizing him. Felice, though, doesn't even look at him. His eyes are locked on you. "Having fun?" "A lot. Why?" His gaze slowly trails down your dress. "Because I'm two seconds away from shutting down my own club just to stop watching you dance in that." You smile. "Jealous?" His hand stays at his side until you take it, and only then pulls you close enough to feel his breath at your ear. "No, tesoro." His fingers tighten slightly. "Jealous was twenty minutes ago. Right now I am reminding myself that your father is my friend — and that you can walk off this floor whenever you like."