While the pearls on my straps added just the right amount of sophistication, the white lace displayed my breasts, slim waist, thick hips and ass in the most sensually lewd way.
I slowly turned.
Not bad at all.
All these emotions surged through me.
Nervousness.
Excitement.
Anticipation.
And it was Gianni who had brought out all these feelings in me, stirring them up in my heart with his fierce possessiveness.
Alright. You’re ready.
I gazed at my reflection one last time before stepping out of the bathroom.
Now what?
The suite was still empty.
Gianni had not yet arrived. And I knew my security and the twins would continue to wait outside my door.
And what will I do?
I decided to wait for him by the balcony, where I could lose myself in the rhythmic sound of crashing waves and get some fresh air.
But right as I headed past the bed, I spotted a phone on the nightstand.
Oh shit.
It was in a red phone case with a black rose on it.
Did he get this for me?
It didn’t matter. I had to use it.
While I’d been surprisingly enjoying his company this evening, I had not fully forgotten about the ballet and Melanique who at least deserved some sort of explanation for my unintentionally ruining her premiere night.
Damn it. How will I get her to understand the craziness that is the mafia?
Taking in a deep breath, I picked up the phone and dialed her.
After three rings, she answered.
“Hello?”
My nerves flared. “Melanique, it’s Erica.”
“Oh my God! Are you okay?!”
“Yes. Yes—”
“They just carried you out of your dressing room pointing guns at us. I said I was going to call the police and then your father said he would kill me so. . .”
“You didn’t call the police. Right?”
