Page 20 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
“If you’re going to wear a T-shirt and jeans, which…shudder,” I say dramatically. “Please at least allow me to get them tailored for you.”
He looks me up and down, his hand on his hip. “I think it’s ridiculous to tailor a T-shirt and jeans because they are supposed to be relaxed fit. But fine. Go to town.”
I smile, knowing I’ve set him up for a very expensive habit. Relaxed is good and all, but relaxed and perfectly fit to his body? He won’t be able to wear untailored clothes ever again.
This place has several hidden gems, and I make a note to come back at the beginning of the spring season. Finished with our selections, we stand in line to pay, and I snicker.
“What?” Mads asks as we shuffle along.
“I haven’t stood in line to pay for something in a very long time, and now I’ve done it twice in one day.”
“Snob.”
“Sue me. Everybody in your organization will retire early because of my planning, so if I get a little particular about this one thing, that’s not so bad, is it?”
Mads grins, hip-checking me. “No, it’s not at all. It’s one of the things I like best about you. You own your pickiness.”
“Thank you.”
“But don’t think for a second I forgot that you went to dinner with our favorite mobster.”
The woman behind us gasps, and I raise my brows at Mads. We should probably be a little more circumspect than this.
“Let’s drop these off with my tailor, and I’ll tell you on the way.”
Mads smile-grimaces at the harried woman and nods. We get to the counter, and I pay for Mads and me. When he’s not looking, I tell the cashier to ring up the woman behind us as well. I know that I shouldn’t care about the opinions of strangers, but I do. We slip out of the store just as I hear her exclamation of discovery.
Little things like that make my day.
“You can’t stand the possibility of offending someone, can you?” Mads teases, knowing me too well.
Ass.
“Shut up,” I say as Kej leads us to the Mercedes.
After what happened with Mads, we only use Anthony-approved security, all of whom sign ironclad NDAs. Luca insists.
Linda, who was my driver for years, wasn’t the least bit put out to retire early.
I mean, she could’ve acted like it was hard, but my retirement plans for her were rather generous, so it is, perhaps, a problem of my own making.
I’m a little smug that she and Franklin, one of Mads’ security guys, fell in love and moved close to her family in St. Croix. They run a small, gay-friendly boutique hotel near the water, and we have an open invitation.
This new security strategy also means that Anthony has given the three billionaires several self-defense classesjust in case.These classes either end in hysterical laughter or tears. There is no in-between.
That should probably worry me, but the scariest guys in any equation are the ones on our side.
Mm. There’s nothing hot about that.
Not a damn thing.
I daydream about Luca’s veiny arms while Kej puts our things in the trunk.
Once we’re underway, Mads turns to me. “Spill.”
“We went to this little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant he loves, and it wasdelicious.”
He dramatically throws his head back to the headrest. “I can imagine.”
