Alessandro was a dangerous man. You knew that. And yet, here you are, sitting on the infamous Alessandro’s lap at the club you bartend at. You were slightly squirming on his lap to get more comfortable. The movement was killing him. He gripped your hips to hold you in place. He grabbed your chin to turn your face towards his. “Stop moving unless you want me ruin that pretty mouth of yours..” His breath was hot against your ear. His hands went down your legs to hook under your thighs.