Salvatore(37)

“Let me at least send someone to keep an eye on the house.”

“No. I don’t want that for myself, and I don’t want it for Jacob. We’re out of this life. It’s what Sergio would have wanted for us.”

I nodded, even though she couldn’t see. The salesgirl came around the corner, looking frazzled until she spotted me. I turned my back to wrap up my call.

“Okay, but if you feel unsafe or need anything, you call me, understand?”

“Yes. I will, Salvatore. Thank you.”

We hung up, and I walked toward the girl, my mind going a thousand miles a minute, wondering what the hell Dominic was up to.

“She’s ready with the first one.” The girl sang out and pointed to the dressing room.

I followed her. It was a private room with a sofa and a long mirror with a curtain to separate the changing area. Once inside, the girl closed the door and disappeared behind the curtain.

“It’s too low,” Lucia complained.

“It looks amazing,” the girl retorted.

A moment later, she pulled the curtain aside, and my eyes about popped out of my head. There stood Lucia, her expression annoyed, her long dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders, a cream-colored dress wrapped around her petite frame. The material fell heavy to her feet, which I could see were wrapped in silver-and-gold, high-heeled sandals. They added three inches to her height. The dress was cut low so that the V dipped all the way down to the high belt around her waist. Gemstones circled her waistline and edged the V between her breasts, clinging to her, displaying their small, round mounds beautifully.

“I think the hair should go up,” the girl said, piling Lucia’s hair on top of her head and forcing her farther out so that she stood before the mirror, her back to me. “To display this gorgeous back.” The V of the neckline repeated on the back. “We’ll need to alter it slightly here,” she pointed out the pins at Lucia’s shoulders. “But it’ll be ready by tomorrow.”

“You look beautiful,” I said to Lucia.

Lucia’s eyes found mine in the mirror. She looked at herself once more as if not quite believing it was her. I wondered if this was her first time in a dress like this.

“It’s too…” she started, looking down at the V between her breasts.

“It’s perfect.” I stood and went to her, standing close behind her. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I took the clip out of her hair and let the mass tumble down her back. Lucia bit her lip and shuddered.

“Find us something more casual for tonight,” I said to the girl without taking my eyes off Lucia. “Take your time.”

“Yes, sir.” The girl walked out, closing the door behind her.

I turned Lucia to face me. “I want you.”

Her hands came up to my chest, and I brushed her hair off her shoulders. The light overhead flickered on and off, then settled for on. Without another word, I leaned in to kiss her. I loved kissing her. I’d seen her naked. I’d tasted her pussy, but this was our most intimate act yet, and I took my time, tasting her, her mouth soft, her tongue shy at first, submissive to mine, then bolder, curious in its exploration as the kiss deepened, drawing a moan from deep inside my chest.

A quick knock and the door opened. Lucia gasped, but the girl remained oblivious. She carried in an armful of dresses and spoke without giving us a glance as she hung them all up.

“And, what do you think?”

I looked Lucia over again, my gaze hovering on the exposed mounds of her breasts, my cock pressing against the crotch of my jeans.

“We’ll take this one.” My voice came out hoarse, and I cleared my throat. “You’ll be able to deliver it altered tomorrow?”

“Yes, sir.”

The girl beamed, and when I checked the price tag, I understood why. She’d probably made more tonight on commission than a month on the floor.

“Let’s get that one off and try another,” she said, ushering Lucia behind the curtain.

“Out here. I want to see.”

She stopped, confused, tilting her head to one side, but then glanced at Lucia who only stared back at me, her swollen lips slightly parted, her eyes a darker burnt caramel as opposed to their usual whiskey-brown.

“Here,” I said, pointing to a spot before the mirror, where I could see her front and back.

“Yes, sir.” The girl moved Lucia, who only watched me.

I leaned back in my seat as the salesgirl unhooked the belt and slowly slid the dress off Lucia, leaving her standing in panties, a pair of boyshorts like the ones she’d packed to Italy. That seemed so long ago now.

I abandoned looking at Lucia’s eyes as I studied her nearly naked body, each time seeming like the first. Narrow shoulders; small, high, round breasts with nipples that tightened beneath my gaze; a flat belly; and long, slender, muscular legs. She was beautiful. Perfect. And my cock twitched in appreciation.