When we arrive back at the piano bar after walking the park, he seems excited. It's not that he bounces around, but more that his movements have just a little more energy to them. He smiles more. There's a lightness I his step.

“Come on!” he says as he holds out his hand to help me out of the limo. He's smiling. It's contagious, and I can't help but laugh as he drags me toward the bar.

When we get inside, the place is filling up. Soft piano music plays from the speaker system instead of from the piano. They must be waiting for the piano player to arrive. However, when Dante enters the door and goes to the piano, the music cuts off. He starts playing some upbeat song and grabs the mic, something that he hadn't done all of yesterday.

“I want to thank all of you for coming out here tonight. I have a special guest joining me. Please welcome Vesper!”

My jaw drops in horror. He should have cleared this with me before putting me on the spot, but I don't think I can back down now. People are looking around and some have already fixated on the girl in the jeans and sweater.

The truth is, I've always wanted to play that piano. I just didn't think that it would happen like this.

I slowly start to walk toward the piano and people start to clap and whistle at me. Dante is such an asshole, I can't believe it. I'm a ball of nerves, both excited and apprehensive, and the whole time Dante just sits there with a big grin on his face. I feel like smacking him and kissing him all at the same time.

When I get to him, I cross my arms in front of me. He just looks up at me innocently and pats the spot on the bench next to him, beckoning me to sit down. I make an exaggerated sigh but sit next to him anyway.

“What do you know how to play?” he asks, putting his hand over the microphone.

“I can't play anything well,” I tell him. Not compared to my mother.

He smiles at me. “Well, you better learn something quickly. A whole lot of people are expecting you to play.”

I look around and see all eyes on me. For someone who helps run an entire organization, this feels strangely unnerving. Still, I manage to blink away all the people around me and just let my thoughts drive my body.

If I could chose to do anything, this is what I'd do every night. It's in my blood. My fingers begin to move across the keys, and I begin to play one of the classical pieces that I know by heart. Dante takes his hand off the mic and puts his fingers on the keys next to me.

I don't know if he has the backup music of this piece memorized, but he begins to play a note here and there that only seems to accentuate my own playing. It's similar to something my mother and I used to do as a game, but different enough that I don't compare him to my mother. I do know that it takes a talented musician to play like this on the fly, and the synergy I feel with him as my fingers slowly play the notes just brings me closer to him.

I lose track of time as I continue to play, shifting from one piece to the next, Dante by my side the entire time. I can feel the heat of his body radiating into mine. His leg presses against me and I can smell the clean scent of his soap. I like the way he feels next to me.

We play for what seems like hours. It's effortless to play with him. It's like we share a mind and every note we play sounds better when we play it together. I didn't know it was possible to have a connection with another person through a piano like that. There are some in the bar who have gone back to milling around or drinking with friends, but we have built up a pretty sizable audience. When I stop playing, they burst into applause. I love the sound.

When I stand up, Dante grabs my arm. He grabs the mic and says “Can we give an extra round of applause to Vesper?” The entire bar looks our way and begins to clap. No matter how many times a man has told me how beautiful I am, I've never felt as beautiful and sexy as I did in that moment.

Dante smiles and takes my hand, leading me over to the bar. Two drinks are waiting for us, and he hands me one of them.

“So,” I start. “How often do you put ladies on the spot like that?”

He shrugs. “That's the first time that I did it to someone else, but a friend of mine once put me on the spot like that when I was learning to play the guitar.”

I smile when I think of him being as uncomfortable as I was just a moment ago. “Well, thank you. I always wanted to play piano in this bar some day, so I guess I just got my wish earlier than I thought.”

He's all smiles, and it seems like he can't stop looking at me. Suddenly, he leans forward, tilts my chin up with his finger, and kisses me. It takes me by surprise, and for a moment, he seems like he might pull back. Then, he doubles down and presses into me further. I kiss back, feeling his muscular chest and abs against me. The heat between us is incredible. We are incredible.

I break from the kiss. There are several onlookers, same as when I had played the piano, though I don't feel like putting this kind of show on for them. I do, however, want to continue to play this music with him.

“I have a piano in my apartment, Bond. What do you think about going up to my apartment to play for a smaller audience?” I ask.

He has a wry grin on. “I would like that very much, Vesper.”

As we ride the elevator up to my apartment, I can tell that he wants to take me right there in the elevator so badly, and that something is holding him back. His eyes look at me hungrily, as if I'm the prize he has been waiting for all week.

Again, I wonder if he knows who I am. He hasn't said anything, so I assume he thinks I'm just a regular girl. I don't know why, but it makes me feel a little bit guilty.

When I open the door to my apartment, he pushes me into the wall and begins to kiss me. Suddenly, he breaks away. I practically whimper as he pulls away. “I don't believe it,” he says.

“What?” I ask. I quickly scan my apartment, wondering if I left out something that easily identifies me as a member of the Savio Family.

He gestures toward the corner of the room. “You actually do have a piano up here. I thought that was just a line.”

I laugh. He pulls off his jacket, tossing it on the back of the couch, and practically skips over to the piano and sits down, starting to play. It's one of the pieces that he played the night before, obviously one of his favorites. I cross the room and stand next to the piano, crossing my arms and frowning.

He notices me after a moment and ends the piece in an exaggerated manner. “Of course, where are my manners? I didn't come here to play this instrument.” Showing exactly what he did come up to play, he stands up and moves to me, moving his hands to my hips and lifting me up. He kisses me hungrily as I wrap my legs around him, locking my feet behind his muscular ass. My fingers go behind his strong shoulders, wrapping around his body.

He begins to walk, bringing us toward the bedroom as his hands firmly grab my ass. Before we get there I pull his shirt up over his head. His hair, which was just the right amount of messed up before, is now even more messy. I run my hand through his hair, trying to smooth it back out, but its no use. He seems to be oblivious to it as he leans back in to kiss me.

When we get to the bed, he throws me down on it. I'm glad I didn't leave a stiletto or something in there. For a moment he stands over me, clearly thinking about what he'd like to do to me. He undoes the belt of his slacks, pushing them down to the ground. I smile as I'm finally able to see how hard he had already gotten through his boxers. I unbutton my jeans and begin to push them down but he stops me.

His lips meet the top of my panties and begin to kiss downward. I gasp for a moment as he puts pressure on my clit through my underwear, but instead of lingering, he keeps moving down. He begins to pull on my jeans, and I arch my hips to allow him to pull them off. He kisses his way down my leg as he pulls, sending shivers down my spine.

As he begins to kiss back up my legs, I pull off my sweater. The white bra and panties that I'd picked that day was nothing special, I didn't plan for things to go this far. Still, he looks at me ravenously, as if I am dressed in the most provocative outfit I own.

He lowers himself over my body, kissing me fiercely. He has an energy that I rarely feel in men, and I enjoy it. He seems to match every movement, every writhe my body makes.

“Lie down on the bed,” I say. I stand up and kiss him, placing my hands on his shoulders and guiding him down. He smiles as I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, allowing my breasts to be exposed to the world. I run my fingers up the sides of his legs, up underneath the fabric of his boxers. I bunch the fabric up, grabbing them in handfuls, and begin to pull them down.

He audibly groans as his cock is set free, springing from his pants. His V-shaped groin muscles point down in the most delectable way. I immediately trace the V lines down with my fingers, feeling the muscles attached, wondering how good it's going to feel to have those muscles thrusting into me.

I move my hand to grasp the base of his shaft, then lick from the bottom to the head in one smooth, long lick. He watches me with a smile on his face as I envelop the head with my mouth, looking up at him sweetly.

“You are so beautiful, Lucia,” he says to me. Reverence fills his voice.

I'm not used to people saying my name like that, even if it's not really my name. It makes me feel warm and tingly inside. I reach for a condom in my nightstand and quickly slide it onto him. I smile and crawl my way up to kiss him. I feel him at my entrance, hard and ready, and I let myself slide over him. He gasps as he enters me, and I gasp as well, surprised at how good he feels inside of me.

I begin to writhe against him, moaning into our kiss as we move together. His hands go to my ass, moving me up and down as he begins to thrust into me, going even deeper than he had before. I gasp and throw myself up, kneeling over him as he continues to thrust. His hands go to my tits, kneading them and pinching at my nipples. As he leans up to a sitting position to kiss them, I rub my hands all through his hair.

His hands grasp my back tightly, pulling me in farther as we begin to move in tandem. Our every motion is reflected onto the other, and I feel a synergy that I've never felt with a man before. We are perfectly matched. It's like we are made for one another. I think he feels it, too, because he begins to make grunts that are just so hot. I thought that because of his youth, I would be showing him how to do things, but he knows what to do almost better than I do.

Suddenly, he lifts me up, then rolls over with me on the bottom. I come crashing down to the bed with him still inside of me, and he barely misses a beat. He's thrusting into me, and I get to watch that ass as he fills me over and over again. As he pistons into me, his dick rubs against my clit in just the right way, and I find myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I haven't felt this level of pleasure in ages. It's hard and fast and exactly what we both need.

“Lucia, Lucia...” I love the way he pants my name.

“Yes,” I gasp, wanting this more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

He groans, his body going deep into mine. I can feel the bliss radiating through him as he loses himself to me.

We lay there for a while after that. My breathing takes a while to slow down, while Dante seems to catch his almost immediately. He lays there, looking at me, rubbing his fingers up and down my body. I smile at him while tracing the lines of his muscles gently.

“I have to go,” he says after a long time. “I don't want to, but I do.”

I sigh. We never should have done this in the first place. He doesn't know who I really am. I feel a little guilty, but I'm still high on an orgasm, so I don't really feel as guilty as I should.

“Can I see you again?” I ask, watching him as he stands up and starts to pull his boxers back up.

“Tomorrow?” he asks.

I frown. “I have to work. It's important. Maybe the next day?”

We are supposed to meet in two days. I have this quick fantasy of telling him that I'm actually his new fiancee at our family sponsored date. He'd smile and laugh. We'd have a wonderful time.

I hope that's how it goes. I can also see him getting angry at my deception. I know I would be upset if we were reversed.

His brow darkens. He runs his hand through his dark hair and looks up at the ceiling.

“Sorry, I can't. I have to meet someone for my family.”

“That doesn't sound bad,” I say.

His shoulders slump. “I hate to tell you this, but it's the woman my parents want me to marry. I should have told you, but...” He shrugs. “I wanted you.”

I heat hearing him say that. I like knowing that he wants me.

“You didn't make me any promises. Do you know what she looks like at least?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I was shown his picture. Did he not see mine?

“Did you know that veils were used so that a groom wouldn't see how ugly his new arranged marriage bride was until it was too late?” He shrugs. “It's kind of like that. It's better for me not to know.”

He's afraid that I'm going to be ugly. A part of me smiles. He's in for a nice surprise.

“Maybe she'll be the girl of your dreams,” I tell him.

He shrugs and pulls on his shirt. I'm sad to see his bare skin disappear. He looks over at me, a sadness in his dark eyes.

“I doubt it.” He leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“Well, you know where I live now,” I tell him. “Maybe you can come see me again if she doesn't work out.”

He doesn't smile as he looks away. He puts on his pants.

“I had a really great time with you tonight,” he says, looking over at me. He stands up. “Thanks for tonight.”

He kisses my forehead one last time and then leaves my apartment.

I stare after him, still laying naked in my bed. He thinks he's going to have to marry someone terrible. I'm actually sort of looking forward to officially meeting him now.