I find the attendant who’s standing in a room that looks like it’s just a more condensed version of the boutique.
“Good evening, Mrs. Bonetti,” she says.
I don’t even bother correcting her because I’m so taken aback at how well these people do their jobs. I point to her earpiece. “Did Nadia tell you who I am?”
She smiles. “She let me know we were expecting you. Please, come on in and take a look around. You can pick anything you’d like. We have lingerie, shoes, toys…”
“Anything I’d like?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I’m seriously impressed with how well-run this place is. Had I known sooner, maybe I would’ve had sex at this point in my life. This place makes it so much more… intriguing… and fun.
Looking around, my eyes are drawn to a simple but sexy black lace lingerie piece. I grab it and the matching lace robe and a pair of strappy black stilettos.
After taking a shower and putting on the new lingerie set, I slip into the robe and heels, then put on the bracelet. Pressing the button, it lights up red around my wrist.
I make my way to the other side of the women’s lounge where the door is to enter the club. I can practically feel the powerful current as my blood gets pumped to my heart. The thrumming in my ears gets louder with each step forward.
Is it excitement? Nerves? A combination of both?
I don’t know. But I’m about to find out.
29
MASSIMO
I’m waiting in the lounge for Liana to come out when someone clearing their voice sounds. I snap my gaze to its source.
Mia moglie,looking like a fucking goddess with her long hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, and her black lace robe draped over her exquisite body.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, calming the anger that already wants to surge at the thought of other men seeing her like this. I want to scoop her up into my arms, take her home, and show her exactly what it’s like to have her body worshipped all night long. But if she wants to be here, then fine… I’ll rein my fucking shit in for one night, and one night only.
“So, um, are you ready?” she asks, and I sense the nerves in her tone.
“Only if you are.” I’m letting her take the lead with this. Coming to the boutique might’ve been my idea, but the club is on a whole other level, and I’m not sure she’s ready for it. With how sexy she looks, I’m not sureI’mready for it.
She gives me a few short nods, then steps beside me, but I grab ahold of her arm and whisper into her ear. “You’re planningon keeping this robe on while we’re in there, correct?” Not that it fucking hides much, but at least it’ssomething.
That bratty smirk of hers I’m so used to seeing, finally plays out on her lips. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she says, raising a challenging brow to me. “Why’s it matter?”
“I’m really not in the mood to have to kill anyone tonight,mia moglie. You’re already testing my patience with this scrap of material you call a robe.”
“Green isn’t a good color on you, Massimo,” she says, but the way she parts her lips and darts that pretty pink tongue of hers out to moisten them tells me the opposite. She fucking loves a man who will do anything for her, no matter how much she wants to deny it.
“One more thing,” I say, sliding my hand down to the glowing red bracelet on her wrist. Pressing the button, it turns off. “This doesn’t turn onever again.”
She narrows her gaze on me and lifts her chin. “And what if I do turn it on again?”
“Then you’ll end up losing your virginity in front of all those strangers in there so they know exactly who the fuck you belong to.”
She lifts her chin, as if to challenge what I’m saying.
“Try it and see what happens,” I say, letting go of her wrist. I see the fight in her eyes. She wants to challenge me so damn bad, but the internal struggle she’s having is that she likes what I’m saying.
“Let’s just go inside, shall we?” she says, quirking a brow.
I gesture toward the hall that leads to the club. “After you,mia moglie.”
