Tasty Italian

By Victoria Blisse

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn't realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Sep 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9780857157072

Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is known as the Queen of Smut, Reverend to the kinky and is the Writer in Residence at Cocktails and Fuck Tales. She’s also an angel. Ask anyone. Mancunian Odd Duck, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk

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Tasty Italian

ISBN # 978-0-85715-707-2

©Copyright Victoria Blisse 2011

Cover Art by April Martinez ©Copyright September 2011

Edited by S.F. Swift

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2011 by Total-E-Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, United Kingdom.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Total-e-sizzling and a sexometer of 1.

TASTY ITALIAN

Victoria Blisse

Dedication

With thanks to favorite goddess and Tio Narratore,

who helped me with the Italian terms of endearment.

Chapter One

Fiona was knackered after another long day at work. She was hungry, it was late and she didn’t want to cook. Her decision made, she walked past her car towards the red, white and green of Roberto’s restaurant sign. The beautiful summer’s evening and the mellow sunlight made even the urban sprawl of Manchester’s city centre seem beautiful and romantic. The hint of pink heralding good weather for the next day brought out the deep rouge of the red bricked buildings that she passed and drew dark swirling patterns on the tarmac below her feet.

From the moment she walked into the restaurant she was enveloped by the warmth of exuberant cooking. She could smell it, almost taste it on the air and could hear the gentle click and clunk of pans being shaken on the hob. She was instantly comforted.

"Ah, mia bella, would you like a table?" a loud voice called and was followed by a striding man. He was round, curly-haired and red-faced. His smile stretched the length of his impressive moustache. Roberto was larger than life and Fiona adored him.

Ah, Fiona. I have just the perfect table for you, follow me.

She followed him past tables of laughing, joking people to one in the corner, near the kitchen. He placed an open menu in front of her as she sat down.

What would you like to drink tonight?

Just a glass of water, please Roberto.

No vino? That is criminal on a Friday night.

I’ve had a long day and I have to drive home. Water will really hit the spot, thank you.

Ah, a wise lady, a wise lady indeed. My mama would have loved you.

Why, thank you. Fiona chuckled.

He always managed to make her smile. She was completely charmed by the effervescent man and the homely interior of the restaurant. There were postcards on the walls, sweet tourist ornaments on shelves and a lovely higgledy-piggledy arrangement to the tables. It was like visiting a favourite family member. She felt comfortable dining there.

"It is busy here tonight, mia bella, but I will have Carlo look after you. He is a good lad."

Fiona let the words wash over her. She enjoyed just listening to someone for a change, to have a person want to tell her things. She missed small talk more than anything else since she’d broken up with Steve.

Ah, here is my Carlo now, Roberto boomed. Carlo, come, come look after my friend Fiona. She is a VIP, okay? Remember that as you serve her.

Yes, Roberto, I will take care of Fiona. His low and rumbling voice danced across the pit of her stomach. Carlo was handsome and he sounded charming, a dangerous combination. As Fiona bid Roberto goodbye she tried really hard not to stare. He was tall and slim but not skinny. No, she was sure he had many muscles packed beneath his pure white shirt and black