Page 107 of Pink

Or maybe stuck in his head, thinking.

She was used to seeing him in dressier, more professional clothing. The laid-back style he currently wore was new but also not a bad thing. Not at all.

“Hey,” Gigi said when he finally noticed her approach from the side.

Standing to his full height, Lev pushed away from the desk to reach for her. Pulled into his tight hug before she could even get another word out, the crisp notes of his cologne pulled her into an entirely different place. One that felt like soft sheets, warm skin, and his dark tenor whispering wonderful, dirty things in her ear. Lev didn’t let her go right away, and she settled into his embrace, all too happy to tip her head back and take the kiss he offered despite the fact she knew people were probably watching.

Let them watch.

Fuck, everybody else already was.

“You could have said you wanted to know where I was because you wanted to stop by—I would have had someone down here to bring you up.”

Lev grinned a sexy sight, shrugging his broad shoulders. “I can’t stay long. What are you wearing?”

He held her out in his arms just far enough that he could take in the silk robe she had tied tight enough to keep any slips from happening.

“I was having a fitting,” she said, trying not to be defensive, but his cocked eyebrow made it hard. “And I’m working, getting a fitting. That’s what the robe is for; ten minutes ago, I was in nothing but white panties.”

That had Lev humming under his breath when he replied with interest, “That so?”

“Stop.”

“Just white panties? Are they still on? You wanna … open that robe up and show me?”

“Oh, my God.”

“And you’re gonna be walking in lingerie, right?”

“Lev.”

How this man could make her bashful, she didn’t know. He managed it, though.

Lev laughed deeply, his arm coming to rest snugly along her lower back when he said, “I’m just giving you a hard time. You make it too easy. And don’t worry, I’m not about to cause a scene. Besides, I’m just doing something that should have been done a week ago.”

“What?”

“Keep in mind, they’re only going to be as close as they need to be until … well, either you no longer need them or things blow over. Whichever comes first.”

She still didn’t know what Lev was talking about, but he didn’t make her wait to learn. Turning them both to face the entrance doors, her back stayed pressed against his chest when her gaze landed on something—or rather, someones—that hadn’t been standing outside the office building when she arrived earlier.

Four men.

All in black suits.

They stood with their backs to the doors while they looked out to the busy street ahead of them. From her position, she could see the wires behind each of their right ears. The same kind of spiral wire her security team used.

“Four enforcers from the Marcello famiglia, posted by Andino Marcello himself,” Lev explained quietly. “Mob detail, babe. They are dressed and will act appropriately as to not draw attention or seem out of place with your usual team, but they will not follow the same code of conduct when it comes to dealing with issues as your security will.”

She had a ton of questions.

A chill raced through her.

“My team probably won’t like—”

“They’re not going to have much of a choice, Gigi. I assure you.”

“Why do I need more—”