Page 24 of Hot Moves

She grins, twirling in front of the mirror. “I love it, but I don’t have anywhere to wear it.”

As she places the dress back on the rack, I make a mental note to buy it for her for Christmas. Before I left this morning, Lorenzo pressed a black metal credit card into my hand and told me to have fun. I started to argue with him until I remembered our conversation a few days ago when he told me he plans to marry me soon. Hearing him discuss the future and babies soothed something deep inside me, and I can’t wait to see our future through.

My phone dings in my purse, and I pull it out to see a message from Lorenzo.

Caveman

How is your day going, bambolina?

Me

It’s great. How’s your meeting?

Caveman

Long and boring. My mind is on you and that thing you did with your tongue this morning.

As my face heats, I glance around, hoping neither my sister nor the two bodyguards realize I’m sexting with Lorenzo. Squirming in my seat, I hastily type out a reply before I’m able to talk myself out of it.

Me

You mean when I wrapped it around your cock and…

Caveman

That’s exactly what I mean. After your sister goes to bed tonight, I’m going to return the favor. You’ll have to practice being quiet because I plan to devour your sweet pussy until you scream my name.

God, I hope no one gets a look at his phone screen. I’d die of embarrassment.

Me

I look forward to it.

Caveman

I love you, bambolina.

Me

I love you, too.

“Get off the phone.” My sister steps out of the fitting room and grumbles, “Today is a girls’ day out. You can flirt with him tonight.”

Boy, she has no idea. I slip my phone back into my purse and smile at Lila. “Where do you want to go next?”

From the boutique, we move to another store Lila has been dying to check out, and our hands quickly fill with bags. Each shop adds to our collection, the day slipping by in a haze of laughter and camaraderie. It’s a balm to my soul, this chance to bond with my sister and to see her so happy and carefree.

We eventually make our way to a quaint little deli for lunch. The intimate setting with its checkered tablecloths and the delicious aroma of freshly made sandwiches is perfect.

We settle into a cozy corner booth while Renaldo and Mario take seats at the small table nearby. The menu is filled with tempting options, and I have a hard time deciding.

“I’ve missed this,” Lila says, catching my eye. “Being together like this.”

“Me too,” I say, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand.

As we enjoy our sandwiches, Lila leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I need to tell you something, but you have to promise to keep it a secret.”

“Of course,” I reply, intrigued. “What is it?”

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