Chapter 3
Vinnie Torrio slid his shifting eyes over at the new guy in the office that everyone was talking about. He stuck a toothpick in his mouth and bit down on it as he slid his gaze along the guy’s strong shoulders and then down to the man’s tapered waist, and that succulent looking butt.
“Turn around, you bastard,” he muttered to himself as he sat watching, but the guy continued to look toward the front, and Vinnie had to content himself on watching the way the guy moved. Vinnie even noticed how everyone seemed to hang onto everything the man said, smiling, and laughing as if he’d cracked the funniest joke of the century. Finally, Vinnie looked at the kind of lunch the man packed. “Orange juice instead of soda,” he whispered to himself. And then Vinnie’s eyes narrowed on the sandwi
