Antonino studied her as she kicked out at the dogs as if that was really gonna save her from them ripping her to shreds. He'd come to base a lot of his opinion about people by the way his two dogs acted toward them on their first visit to his home. Thoughts soon gave way to lusty imagination creeping into his brain. Though shorter than him, she did have long legs, and from what he could tell, though covered in denim, nice thighs as well, not skinny nor too thick and shapely enough to cause his imagination to entertain the thought of what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around his waist. Then when she started jumping around, his dark eyes roamed upward, catching glimpses of her taut belly revealed as the front of her shirt flew up and down with her jumping. Her breasts bounced nicely as well, though her shirt fit loosely they looked to be more full then perky, but not overly large, maybe a little more than a handful which he liked.

She snapped his thoughts back from daydreaming with her comment about what to call him. He set his fork down, strummed his fingers on the island table top as she hopped up and went to the fridge not waiting for a reply on what to call him, as she passed he glared at her and growled,

“That will be the first and last time you call me Princess… Antonino will do for now”. 
 
He turned his head to watch her walk pass toward the fridge, though a little slim in the hips, she did have a nice ass that bounced enticingly as she swayed and the brief moment of angered thought faded in an instant as again his imagination took hold of his brain picturing what it would look unhindered by denim.  Once again Ms. Holloway had been right, as usual, A little more meat on her bones, and a few weeks at the gym, toning and firming up and Miss Hartford would be very attractive indeed, if not stunning. He was entertaining thoughts of having her for himself when once again she snapped his thoughts back from lustful images, he gave her an exasperated sigh, 

"Yes you can eat it, that's why its put up in the fridge... for people to eat, except for the strawberries, touch my strawberries and die".

She then asked him something about racing and not killing Freddie, but all he could focus on at the moment was that smile and those emerald green eyes  looking back at him, and it was he could do to keep himself for going over, scooping her up, tossing her on the island table, and taking her right there and then. The only thing saving her was the microwave beep, question about leaving and a cat. He watched as she sat closer to him, seemingly oblivious to the condition in which the mental image of her withering naked under him had caused it to be impossible to stand at the moment. 

Antonino gathered his composure, gave her the one eyebrow raised 'are you serious' look then asked her with a curious tone, "Pickles... you named your cat Pickles?, well I'm afraid your pussy Pickles has a problem, other than me pulling a pun at Pickles predicament ", He smirked, thinking it sounded better in his head then said aloud. He sat back and considered what she just asked, all lustful imagination pushed from thought as he went on to explain why she could not leave, "The Housekeeper made the sauce, an old Family recipe",  He said in response to her last question before continuing.

" You already know too much, whats to keep you from going straight to the Cops after leaving here and cutting a deal to save your Brother from me, hmmm?", He paused and looked at her questioningly. "I mean, you've already said just a moment ago that despite what he's done, he's still Family, so with that in mind, I'm supposed to trust you and just let you waltz out of here knowing that you still think of him as Family and that your not going to the Cops just because you say you won't? no sorry, its gonna take a lot more for me to trust you not to then just your word you won't do it".

Antonino got to his feet then leaned his upper body across the island table, making sure to keep his still aroused condition from view. He then turned his head slightly, lowered his face to hers, his lips ever so slightly grazing hers, his dark eyes locked intensely on her sultry green eyes, then in a voice husky and low he said,

"The last woman that said I could trust her and in whom I thought I could trust... well... I cut her into slabs of meat that I feed my dogs... and I just fed them the last of it".

Antonino then gave her a soft peck on her lips, not even long enough for the taste of her sauce covered lips to be on his before slipping backward back onto his chair, never taking his eyes from hers until he was sitting down again. He picked up his fork and continude eating, letting his posture convey he now wanted to eat in silence,