His (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance)(26)
As much as he frustrates me, there’s no denying the way his touch affects me. My thoughts thicken and I suddenly can’t remember why I wanted to say no so badly. I can’t get past being flattered that he wants to take me out so badly. Guys I’ve gone out with in the past have acted like they were getting their teeth pulled when it came to splitting the bill at a restaurant or paying for parking. Vince threw a couple hundred dollars at my friends just to have a chance to take me out. I should feel insulted that he thinks he can buy me, but he doesn’t think I’ll go with him because he’s flashing money, he thinks I’ll go with him because he’s so damn irresistible.
I let him pull me from the restaurant to a waiting car. A man in a simple suit and a dark hat steps from the driver’s seat and nods to Vince. Vince pats him on the shoulder and stuffs a few bills in his pocket. “Thanks, Joe.”
I can’t help smiling a little as Vince helps me inside the car. He paid someone just to leave his car parked outside the restaurant? The show of wealth makes me uncomfortable and excited at the same time. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. He throws money around like it’s meaningless, and he moves like the rules don’t apply to him. I can’t deny how much that draws me to him. Just thinking about how different my life would be with that kind of carefree disregard for life’s problems practically makes my mouth water. It’s not just that, though. He’s doing all of this for me. He thought ahead, made arrangements, and planned tonight out just for me. No one has ever done something so thoughtful for me.
The car looks expensive, but I don’t know much about them. I can just tell by the soft leather and gleaming wood paneling inside that it’s not cheap. It’s only once Vince sits in the seat beside me and gives me a wolfish grin that I realize how underdressed I am. I have no idea where he plans to take me, but I’m just wearing leggings and a grey tunic. I had planned to grab some food, go home and get cleaned up, and then head out to the practice field tonight to interview players.
As if reading my thoughts, Vince squeezes my thigh. “I made arrangements to have some clothes fitted and ready for you at Prada. We’ll stop on the way and you can get changed.”
I swallow hard. Prada? Did I hear him right? As in the place where a single sock probably costs $200? “You know my size?” I ask.
“Did you think I was groping you for fun?” he asks, face completely serious.
I blush. “I-you…”
He laughs. His wide smile carves dimples into his cheeks and makes him look absolutely amazing. “I’m just fucking with you. You would be amazed how much information is available if you put money in the right pockets.”
“So you bribed people to stalk me?” I ask. I should feel creeped out, but Vince is too far beyond the average guy for me to feel anything but flattered. I’m just blown away that he cared so much to do all this, even if he did invade my privacy to do it.
He gives me a more or less gesture with his hand, smirking. “Once you see the clothes, you won’t be complaining.”
I pull my clutch to my stomach, holding it tight and smiling to myself.
When we step out of the Prada store, it’s as if I’ve transformed. He had a seemingly simple black dress ready for me, complete with pumps. There are delicate slashes of turquoise accenting the hem of the dress, and the necklace he gives me compliments them perfectly. I slip off to the fitting rooms to touch up my makeup and hair. When I catch a look at myself in the mirror after I’m done, I nearly cry. I’ve never had self-image problems, but I’ve always known I wasn’t doing myself any favors with the way I dressed. I just didn’t have the money or time. Seeing myself like this is still a shock. I look gorgeous. I actually look like someone who deserves to be standing beside a guy as attractive as Vince.
When I step out of the dressing room, Vince drops his phone and stands, eyes devouring me as his perfect lips form into an rougish smile. He moves toward me and his hands claim me, tracing the curve of my back and finding the swell of my ass. He squeezes, pulling me into him so that I can feel his hardening cock. My face flushes when I realize the women working in the store are watching us and gaping. I gently push myself away from him even though my body is already responding to him. I feel so sexy and confident that I almost let him continue just to see how far he’ll take it.
“goddamn. You look fuckin’ amazing, Aubriella.” He still can’t keep his hands off me as we walk from the store. I have to keep swatting him away as he gropes at my ass and tits, pulling me in and stealing kisses beneath my ear and in the crook of my neck.