Page 27 of Mafia Heiress
“You must be Giacomina. Tony has told me so much about you.” She steps forward ignoring the guys and embraces me. I hug back out of politeness, but don’t stay long.
“Mary, thank you for coming on short notice. My apologies for not giving you enough time to prepare.”
“Nonsense, I always have time for my best clients. Let’s go into the bedroom and we can try some things on. Leave the guys to do whatever it is guys do.”
She waves at them dismissively and I try to hide my smile, but it doesn’t work. Dante gives me a glare and I walk right past him, slapping his ass on the way. His stunned look makes my day.
Mary closes the door once we’re inside and sets up the dresses in the walk-in closet. There is a full length mirror at the end, with a settee in the middle of the room. The Bogata doesn’t mess around when it comes to luxury.
“I’m thinking we can go with either cream or green. Are you guys doing anything special tonight?” she asks, while shuffling through the rack.
I admire her outfit a bit. A black calf-length pencil skirt with a lilac blouse. Her graying hair is thrown up in an elegant bun, and diamond studs shine in the light.
“We have a meeting with an associate, but he doesn’t know we’re coming. It has to look accidental, so nothing too serious.”
“So a night on the town with the fellas. Let’s see.”
She drifts down the rack, the clinking of the hangers the only sound in the room. I have a seat and wait until she’s made her first choice. An olive green dress with thin straps and a low v-neckline is the first. It has a long slit in the front, perfect for a thigh holster. The waist is natural and the material looks like it’s breezy and light.
“Very pretty,” I say. Standing, I start stripping out of my clothes.
“It will look like you’re out to dinner and getting drinks in one of the pool areas. We can pair it with some gold bangles, a nude sandal, and maybe a gold clutch. I don’t think you need any other jewelry except for your cross. It will look effortless.”
I slipped the dress on over my head and made my way to the mirror. Mary scrambles through her bags and looks for the accessories. I twirl a bit and notice the back of the dress is wide open. It fits like a glove.
“It’s perfect,” I say, taking the offered sandals. They’re flats, but there are crystals going up the tong front, making it just fancy enough for a night out.
“I’m usually always right the first time.” She winks at me and helps to make some adjustments. She pins the straps and tucks in some material in the front, making the dress look like it was made for me.
“Would you happen to have any casual wear? I’d rather not go home tomorrow in the same clothes,” I ask, after I’ve changed back.
“I do. Would a pair of cigarette pants and a blouse do? I have black ballet slippers to go with it.”
“That would be lovely. A definite upgrade to jeans and a t-shirt.”
“It’s your generation. My mother happened to be a Broadway seamstress. She worked on costumes for the plays, so in my house we were always dressed like royalty whether we wanted to be or not. It stuck.” She shrugs her shoulders and pulls out the clothes, laying them neatly on the settee before tucking the shoes underneath. A little bag labeled essentials goes next to it.
“Thank you so much, Mary. It’s been a true pleasure.”
“Any time, dear. I’ll have the dress back to you by this afternoon.”
She pats my arm and makes her way out into the outer room, before waving to Tony and leaving through the front door.
“Did you find something?” Tony asks, pins in his mouth as he tucks a hem on Dante’s pants.
“I did. Mary is exceptional at her job.”
“I knew you’d like her.” He continues to work around Dante’s legs as I observe the man. His beautiful chest is exposed, tattoo on display. His back is to me, so I get to admire all that strength in how he holds himself. His waist tapers down in just the right angle, and his ass…What a fucking ass.
“You done drooling?” Ciro chirps from the kitchenette area.
“No, I need a few more minutes. He hasn’t turned around yet,” I retort, hand cocked on my hip.
Dante and Tony chuckle, but Ciro scowls, turning his attention to the drink he was making. At least he has on clothes now. The towel would have been too much to bear after seeing Dante shirtless.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” I ask Ciro, grabbing the glass from his hand before taking a sip. I gag a little at the strength of the alcohol and hand it back to him.
“We go downstairs, make the rounds, and see if we can find our friend. We’ll play a little, and then hopefully we’ll get our answers.”
