Chapter 172. Heating up

My date with Tony turns out to be lighter and funnier than I imagined it would be. I was still tense and nervous, but not because he purposely caused it, but mostly because I can't control my own feelings. But the wine helped me to loosen up a little around him, and by the time we return to the house, I'm feeling much less stiff and robotic around him.

Tony has this dry humor that I love. I love the way he purses his lips when something isn't to his taste, or the way he is so smooth while talking to people, almost like he knows how good he is to influence them into doing what he needs or wants from them.

He told me a little bit about how life as the mafia boss has been tougher than he imagined it would be, and I felt sorry for him. Like me, Tony grew up in this life, so I don't think he had much of a choice, the same way I hadn't.

It's past midnight by the time we arrive back at Staten Island. I feel slightly drowsy, but other than that, I feel great.