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Mrs. Birmingham's gaze widens in surprise and admiration before turning to me. She raises an eyebrow at me and smiles knowingly as if implying 'You have done well.' Then she turns back to Mia with a question in her eyes: “Would you be willing to design something for me?”
Mia looks taken aback by the request, but after a moment of contemplation nods slowly and says timidly “Yes Mrs. Birmingham; I would love to!"
She clasps her hands together. "Excellent! We'll be in touch then, dear. Enjoy your night."
Birmingham and his wife excuse themselves, walking toward another person they recognize. Mia turns to me, bouncing on the tips of her toes.
"Did you see that?!" she exclaims before muffling a squeal with her hands.
I kiss her cheek and suggest that she'll be a household name before she knows it. She's too busy blushing to notice me whip her out to the dancefloor as the song changes to something soft and slow. As we start to sway, my eyes lock onto Mia's. She looks up at me, her cheeks still flushed from the compliment. For a moment, we dance in silence, lost in the music and each other's gaze.
But then, I can't resist anymore. I lean down and press my lips to hers, kissing her with a passion that has been building up inside me for hours. Her arms wrap around my neck as she kisses me back, her body pressing against mine in an electrifying embrace.
"You look so beautiful tonight," I say, my hands tracing down her back. "I'm lucky to have you by my side."
Mia's breath hitches as I whisper those words into her ear. My hands trail up and down her spine, pulling her even closer to me. The warmth of our bodies intermingles, fueling the fire between us. Mia's fingers tangle in my hair as she returns my kiss with equal fervor.
As we break the kiss, we come up for air and find ourselves surrounded by a circle of onlookers who have stopped dancing to watch us. Some with a smirk on their face, others with envy and disapproval written all over them.
My eyes flicker around the room, not caring about the judgments of these stuck-up aristocrats but reveling in the fact that Mia has captivated their attention. I notice that some men are ogling her body up and down. These wandering gazes only serve to remind me just how lucky I am to have such an outstanding woman by my side.
I smirk at them, holding Mia close behind me as we start to dance again. "Don't worry about them," I whisper into her ear before planting a kiss on her temple. "I won't let anyone else have you."
"Really?" she purrs devilishly. "No one?"
I grin at her. "You know what I mean. Tonight, we're a party of two."
"And tomorrow we can be a party of four," she finishes for me, pulling me down for another kiss.
It's good to know that she can't get enough of us just like we can't get enough of her.
35
XAVIER
"How has work been, love?" Mia wonders as I walk into the dining room, using her favorite pet name for me.
I take my seat at the head of the table despite it being empty for this casual dinner date between Mia and I before another meeting arrives. She pouts, rising from her seat and sliding her dishes down to sit beside me. I chuckle at her and lean over to place a kiss on her cheek.
Aiming to maintain a balance between honesty and protection, I offer a vague response as I cut into my steak. "It's been busy," I say, my voice carefully neutral as I focus on cutting into a beautifully prepared steak.
"Tell me about it," she insists, her eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity.
Mia's continuous interest in my work surprises me. Over time, she has been showing a growing desire to understand and be involved in the aspects of my life that exist beyond our private world together.
I contemplate her request, realizing that Mia's curiosity comes from a place of love and trust. She wants to be a part of my life in its entirety, even the parts that may be difficult to comprehend or reconcile. The fact that she remains open-minded, despite knowing the majority of our work is for the mafia, is a testament to her unwavering loyalty and acceptance of who I am.
Taking a deep breath, I decide to share a little more with her. "We have a meeting tonight. There's a lot at stake, and we need to be on our A-game."
"What kind of meeting?" Mia asks, leaning in with interest.
"It's a negotiation with a few of our allies about a rival of ours," I reply, watching as her eyes widen slightly. "But don't worry, it's nothing we can't handle," I add reassuringly.
Mia nods slowly, taking in what I've said. "I want to help," she says after a moment. "Is there anything I can do?"
I chuckle, setting my glass down to look at the seriousness in her eyes. "Darling, it's okay. You don't need to get involved."
She pouts, resting her chin in her hand as she pushes her food around the plate with disinterest. My answer is obviously not what she was hoping for. Is she really that serious about it?
