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“Ahhh, I see,” she mutters. “So I’m dressing sexy to make a bunch of pricks more willing to give you money.”
“Something like that.”
I turn back to her wall of black clothes, scowling as I paw through the hangers.
“Is this seriously all you have?”
“I didn’t realize being your fake wife had a fucking dress code,” Tempest snaps.
“Well, it does And none of this will do.”
Tempest glares at me as I pull out my phone and call Ginevra.
Ginevra was always theonetailor that my father considered his better. And even though she’s pushing eighty by now, Ginevra is still the best tailor and seamstress in all of New York, probably one of the best in the world.
She’s also a good friend.
She greets me warmly, and pretty soon we’re playing a quick game of catch up in Italian. I glance over, smirking to myself as I see the confused look on Tempest’s face.
Then I tell Ginevra what I need, thank her profusely, and hang up.
She glares at me. “Who was that?”
“A friend who’s going to help you look fantastic.”
Tempest gives me a suspicious look. “For the dinner for a bunch of sleazy potential investors in your club, where you, what, fuck around in orgies all day?”
“I don’t participate at the club.”
“So it’s more of a you sitting in a dark room watching security cameras and jerking off kind of situation?”
“I’m sorry, remind me what you do for work?”
Tempest gives me a frosty look. I give her a hard stare right back and try and pretend that I can’t see the hard points of her nipples through her Black Sabbath t-shirt.
“Thisis what you signed up for, little hurricane,” I growl.
“I didn’tsign upfor?—”
“Youliterallydid,” I mutter. “In blood, I might add.”
Her lips purse. I smile.
“This is your new reality, Tempest.” She shivers as I lean down to let my lips brush her ear, and she sucks in her breath sharply. “I’d get used to it.”
18
TEMPEST
By any standard,Dante’s penthouse ishuge.
That said, it’s not big enough that two people could live in it together and not cross paths with each other. But five days in, that’s what it feels like, because I’ve barely seen him.
It’s starting to feel deliberate. And his absence is so noticeable that by this point I’m actually wondering if he eveniscoming home. After all, we do sleep in separate rooms. We’re even on two differentfloors—my guest room is on the first, and he’s upstairs next to the home office that I snooped through the night I brought Bianca here. Also known as, the same home office where he pinned me to the desk and made me explode with his fingers.
Finally, though, I decide to find out for sure about Dante’s nocturnal habits. And I go to sleep on that fifth night with a plan in place.
…Which pays off about an hour later.
