"Instead of telling you to fuck off in the five languages I do know, how about you just do it and make us both happy?"

Callisto Monroe raised an eyebrow and waited for the drunken groomsman to leave. Unfortunately he didn't. The man just stood there with a smile on his face, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"And how about you show me how you say 'fuck me' in those five languages you do know?" He asked words slightly slurred.

Callisto rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to reply when she was cut off by a gruff voice behind her. A large hand settled on her lower back spreading heat with the gentle touch. Looking up and up and up her breath caught in her throat, red eyes glittered ominously, long, straight black hair mingled with the midnight black silk shirt the man was wearing.

"The only man she'll be saying that to tonight or any night will be me. I suggest you get lost before I do it for you."

The threat caused a shiver up her spine. Her pussy tingled, becoming slick and heavy. Gotta love a man who knows how to threaten, Callisto thought. Her savior turned his attention to Callisto causing heat to flare up in her body from just his gaze. She swallowed. Arousal trumped any annoyance she would normally feel at a man being so presumptuous.

"Are you all right darling? I hope he didn't ruin the wedding for you." His eyes raked over her face, concern written in the red depths.

"Uh no honey, he didn't." Licking her lips, Callisto wasn't sure how to ask his name without tipping off Mr. Drunken McWatcher who hadn't wandered away yet, that she had no clue who the man behind her was.

"Good," Mystery man reached up and brushed his fingertips over the side of her face, spreading heat with just the roughened pads of his fingers. "I would hate for such a beautiful day to be marred for you. You look exquisite, have I told you that yet?" He bent down brushing his lips over her forehead. Burning, she was overwhelmed with heat from just the light contact.

She struggled to find her voice; once she gained some composure she replied, "No, you haven't."

"What bad manners, my only excuse was that I was overwhelmed by your beauty."

Callisto blinked, she had no idea who he was, but damn, he knew what to say to make a woman feel good. His breath wafted over her face in a peppermint breeze. His gaze moved away from her face. It felt like the sun was turned off and she suddenly felt cold. Blinking again, she looked away about to shift her body toward the bar. A light pressure on her back caused her to pause.

"Why have you not gone away? You're irritating my paramour." He growled. Looking up at the groomsman Callisto tilted her head to the side, the guy was practically bouncing, sweating profusely and jittery. A glance up told Callisto the cause of the groomsman's discomfort.

"Look Larry," Callisto started.

"Dennis."

"Whatever, just leave okay?"

That seemed to be all it took as the man dashed away. Turning her attention back to her knight in black silk, Callisto raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"

He didn't move away, instead he brought his body closer, his heat overwhelming her. "My name is Pietro."

"Pietro," Callisto tested the name on her tongue and found she liked the way his name rolled off. "Thank you for the rescue."

"It was my pleasure. And I did mean what I said. You do look exquisite, very beautiful. Peach suits you very much."

"Thank you." Callisto's face flushed with heat and she looked away.

"Do not turn away from a compliment, it's true." His red eyes darkened, glittering with banked fire.

Callisto swallowed. "I'm Callisto Monroe."

"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman."

"Aren't you laying it on a bit thick? You already have my thanks and attention, no need to go overboard with compliments."

"On the contrary, I don't think I'm complimenting you enough." He looked away from her, "Bartender another round, please."

"Trying to get me drunk?" Callisto kidded.

"Your glass is empty. I felt it inappropriate to leave you without some sort of refreshment."

"Paramour, refreshment, where are you from? Men don't normally say or do things like this. At least not straight men."

Pietro smiled at her, nearly blinding her with bright white teeth against his golden tanned skin. She noticed for the first time his jaw was shadowed by black stubble. His cheeks looked so sharp they could cut, his eyes were hooded, black eyebrows slashed over red eyes framed by black lashes giving him a sinister look. "I can show you just how straight I really am if you like, but felt it rude to just come out and tell you of my interest. I thought it best to, I don't know, show tact?"

Callisto laughed, "Tact huh? I prefer right to the point, unless I don't want the attention."

"So if I told you I want to fuck you quite badly, you wouldn't think me rude?" His gaze bored into her, challenging her.