A foot away, he stopped, his complete attention focused on her in his dress. “Turn.”
She turned slowly until she was facing him once again.
“Bellisima,” he murmured. “It was made for you. What do you think?”
“It fits perfectly, it feels sensational, and I love the color,” she replied. “What doyouthink?”
He lifted his phone, dialed. “It’s different… I like it.”
“Hello, darling,” a man answered. “Tell me you love them.”
He had been studying the dress on her, the dress on Slash, and glancing over at the green dress, still on the hanger.
“Limited run.” His gaze slid to Simone. “We’ll call it the Dreamy Collection.”
“Brilliant. I’ll place an order.”
He hung up, flashed Simone a smile, sending her heart tripping into the stratosphere.
Take it down a few.
“I appreciate your help,” he said to her and to Slash.
“Of course,” she replied. “I’m going to change.”
“Same,” Slash said.
Simone forced herself to walk toward the stairs. She could stare at him for hours, but she’d had her fun, then she’d rejected him. Time to move on.
She thought about Carrera’s questions about Luciano. Had she made any notes? Did she notice anything unusual? Anything that would make her think he’s doing something illegal?
What are you up to, Luciano Santini? And how much does Carrera know?
The women returned to Slash’s bedroom.
“Luciano’s been checking you out pretty good,” Slash said.
“Not me, the gown.” Simone turned and Slash unzipped her, then Simone returned the favor.
“Nope, it’s you,” Slash said. “Did you two just meet?”
“We met at a party last weekend.” Simone slid the dress onto the hanger.
“Luciano doesn’t go to parties.” Slash laid the dress on the bed, pulled on her jeans.
“It was a private party, and he was there stalking me.” Simone shouldered into her shirt. “I’m sure Carrera will tell you later. Z had me watching him.”
Slash’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“We’re talking about Z.” Simone started buttoning her shirt. “He’s very secretive. He just asked me to tail him.”
“What did you see?” Slash pulled on a T-shirt, tucked it into her jeans.
Simone tugged on her pants. “I saw nothing, but the way Carrera was questioning me, I think I totally missed the elephant in the room. Anyway, he told me to stand down.”
“So, Luciano went to the party foryou?”
“To confront me.”
