Matteo shakes his head again.
“Please.”
I bat my lashes, and he groans.
“Fine,” he relents. “Get dressed.”
“Yay!” I run past him, then stop and turn around, give his cheek a quick kiss, and then run up to my room to get dressed before he changes his mind.
I have no idea where we’re going, but since I’ve been living in my loungewear, I decide on a short-sleeved pink floral minidress that dips low in the front and makes my boobs look fabulous. When I put it on, I realize that it fits a bit looser. I smile to myself.
I guess the workout sessions with Matteo have been doing me good. He’s so knowledgeable that it’s like having a personal trainer. And when I’m done and he keeps going since he’s training for his upcoming fight, it’s like I get my own private show.
Once I’m dressed, I throw on a cute pair of brown boots to finish the look and fluff my hair. I’m swiping some gloss on my lips when Matteo appears in the doorway.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
I turn around, my dress spinning with me, and when my eyes meet Matteo’s, his jaw is clenched.
“That’s what you’re wearing?”
“Yes,” I say again, eyeing what he’s wearing.
He’s replaced his T-shirt and jeans with a pair of gray slacks and a black collared shirt. And instead of his usual sneakers, he’s wearing a pair of black leather dress shoes. Casual Matteo is sexy, but dressed-up Matteo is on a whole other level.
I could understand his face if he wasn’t dressed up, but he is, so I don’t know what the look is for—until it hits me.
“Does my outfit look bad?”
My hands go to my stomach, and he steps forward, pushing them away.
“No. You look fine. Let’s go.”
“What? Wait.” I grab his arm to stop him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“It’s nothing,” he says.
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve been lied to too many times, and I can’t have you lying to me as well.”
“Fine.” He sighs. “You look … gorgeous.”
“Okay, thanks … I think?”
“And the thought of every other guy seeing you like this, in this tiny fucking dress with your tits spilling out, pissed me off.”
It takes me a moment to wrap my head around what he just said, but once I do, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face because …
“Matteo Antonov, are you jealous?”
He grunts and walks around me. “Let’s go, or I’m changing my mind, and I’m cooking us chicken and broccoli.”
I shiver at the thought. “Okay, no need to make threats. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”I ask after a few minutes.
I technically grew up in Harbor Point, but because of going to boarding school, I don’t really know the area too well. Something I hope to change once Enrique is dead and I’m free to go anywhere I want.
