Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I watch as she bites her lip and twiddles with a piece of her hair. She’s mulling something over.
“What?” I ask while I check on the latest email I got from Santo. He looked at the former Regazza property while I visited Tuscany, and there are a few things of note.
“I really wanted one of those custom Pronovias dresses.”
“Get it,” I say absentmindedly as I flick through the updates and pics he sent me.
“Tavi.” She pauses, insistent. I glance up.
“What?”
“It costs ten thousand dollars.” The sheepish look on her face is priceless, as if she’s expecting me to say no. I know the woman likes to shop and I know she’s got expensive taste. “But it’s… it’s literally stunning. It’s completely designed with fine fabrics and the embellishments are gold, platinum and silver. The entire bodice is made up of—”
“Don’t tell me,” I interrupt. “I don’t care. And I don’t want to hear about what it looks like until I see it on you on our wedding day.”
“Ten thousand dollars!”
“So?”
“So?” Her eyes widen. “Are you serious right now.”
I put my phone down and meet her eyes. “Baby. I don’t fucking care if you get a million dollar dress handsewn by enchanted field mice from Paris. Whatever you want, get it. The only thing I ask is that nothing you order or buy delays our wedding next week. Got it?”
Her eyes shine as she taps the mute button on the phone. “You are getting the best fucking blow job of your life for that,” she hisses, before she taps the phone and goes back to her conversation with my sister.
Well now. Worth it.
Maybe we do have something special here.
Am I going soft, like I vowed I never would?
I narrow my eyes at her. “Elise.” My voice is sharp like a well-aimed slap.
Her eyes come back to me, those long lashes of hers fluttering. “Yes.”
“Hang up the phone and come here.”
There’s the briefest second of hesitation and I wonder if she’s processing my request, but the next moment she speaks into the phone. “Gotta go. Call you right back. God, I know, right?” She verbally rolls her eyes, but I let that one slide.
When she hangs up her call she slides the phone onto her tray and walks over to me on wobbly legs. We’re flying steadily but she doesn’t walk too well when we’re in the air.
“Yes, sir?” she asks in that singsong voice of hers that’s totally gonna get her spanked.
I snap my fingers and point to the floor. I watch as she hastens to obey. Fuck.
“You said I was getting the best damn blow job for that,” I say, my voice hoarse and affected.
“I did,” she says, her eyes shining and cheeks a little flushed. Somehow, by some miracle, I landed a woman who likes giving the damn things. She licks her lips. “Right now?”
I stroke my thick cock through the silky fabric of my pants and groan. No. Not now. We’re landing in minutes and any second, the flight attendant will come back and tell us to prepare for landing. Still, I grab her hair and fist it, dragging her mouth between my legs. “Not now, baby,” I say, even though it kills me to tell her no. “But tonight. Later. When we’re alone, me and you. Got it?”
“Mmm. Yes,” she says, before she bends her mouth and kisses the fat bulge in my pants. “Your wish is my command.”
I stifle another groan. Fucking perfect.
“Later,” I grate out, when her eyes fall to the open email on my phone. A visible look of surprise crosses her face she quickly conceals, but not before I note it.
“You see something there?”
I expect her to lie, to pretend that she didn’t see anything at all, but she doesn’t. Her brows knit in concentration. She rests her forearms on my knees. “May I please see what you’re looking at?”
It belonged to her father. Honestly, I’m not sure why I didn’t show it to her before.
“You recognize these?”
“Of course,” she says, cradling my phone in her hand. “I’m a shopper. I was the one who picked out the merchandise my father sold here.” There’s a note of nostalgia in her voice.
“Seriously? I’m surprised a man like your father allowed you anywhere near it.”
She shrugs. “Oh, he didn’t know about it. But I befriended the manager in charge of inventory, and she let me pick out whatever I thought would sell. Strange, I thought these burned down in a fire.”
There was never a fire anywhere near the place. “Why’d you think that? No fire that I know of. Everything’s in good shape, just abandoned.”
Her frown deepens. “It’s what my father told me.” She shakes her head. “Huh. It’s where Piero—”
She stops short and covers her mouth with her hand. What the hell? But before she can speak again, we hit a pocket of turbulence. Her face smashes into my knee and she gives a cry. Jesus.