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I eye him as the associate, Fabianna, comes into the room with what has to be a dozen gourmet bags.
Jesus.
“I have to try all of those on?” I ask as she passes the dresses to Vito.
Vito looks up, “Yes.”
“Can’t you just pick your favorite?” I fold my arms over my chest. The idea of taking all those dresses on and pulling them right back off sounds exhausting already.
“But I like them all, that’s why I picked them.” The amusement is clear on his face as he confirms my suspicions.
“Surely you have a favorite.”
“Do you?” He raises a brow.
It takes me too long to figure out what he’s implying and when I do, my eyes widen slightly. But I pretend to be oblivious. “Do I have a favorite?”
The smirk on his face is playful but there’s also this little edge that I’m not used to seeing on Vito’s face.
Combined with the fact that neither of us have yet to mention the quick fuck in the theatre room, I’m already feeling a little on edge about being alone with him.
And I know that he’s aware of me sleeping with Enzo at the party a couple of days ago as well. There had been no discreet way to leave the pool house afterwards. It felt like every gaze in the area had been on me. In reality, I knew it was only Vito and Giovanni.
Maximo was gone.
Vito looks at the associate. “We’ll call you when we’re ready.”
“Yes sir.” She nods, heading toward the stairs that lead to the lower part of the shop.
“Fabianna?” Vito calls out before she disappears completely.
“Yes?”
“Keep everyone out until we call for you, yes?”
“Yes sir.”
She disappears.
Anticipation moves through me and I press my lips together as I look at Vito. He rises, moving close to me. His hand wraps around my waist and he pulls my body flush against his.
I grow hot.
Fucking Vito and then Enzo seems to have only made me hornier these last few days, something I haven’t admitted out loud. Instead, I've used my own fingers to get myself off in my room at night time. And everyday I wake up feeling like everyone knows, but I know it’s just my imagination.
Either way, I haven’t managed to care, enjoying this new found freedom of my sexuality.
I look up at Vito, my breath caught in my throat. He stares right back, his gaze intense.
“The yellow one?”
“What?” my head feels hazy as I try to focus on what he’s saying.
“The yellow dress, it’s my favorite.” he releases me, stepping away and moving toward the couch.
Disappointment moves through me.
He holds up a bag, it’s clear but I can’t make out the details of the dress, only the banana yellow color.
