Page 120 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“I want her fired,” Orazio insisted.

“Yes, sir. Consider it done.” The manager glared at the blonde. “Come on, Amy. I’ve told you to watch your attitude twice before. Now, it’s time to turn in your badge.”

The sales assistant huffed but complied, her heels clicking angrily against the polished floor as she walked away, following the manager to the back of the store. Thankfully, Monique hadn’t heard any of the exchange. She was too busy asking a different sales clerk about a particular dress.

“Found anything yet?” Orazio called out, settling into a plush armchair in the waiting area. He had to call her twice more to get her attention.

Monique grinned, holding up several options. “I think I have some contenders.”

“Let’s see them, then.”

“Look,” she said, holding them up higher.

“I want to see you in them.”

“You want me to try them on?” she whispered, moving closer to him.

“No need to whisper. We’re the only customers here. And yes, I want to see you in them.”

She stared down at the clothing, then shrugged. “Why not? I’ll try them on.”

Monique disappeared into the dressing room and emerged in a new gown. Each time she stepped out, her eyes sought Orazio’s approval. He took in every detail – the way the fabric hugged her hips, the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage, the curve of her neck as she tilted her head, posing differently in each gown.

“Next,” he said again and again, enjoying the game they were playing, the electricity crackling between them as Monique twirled and posed for him.

She stepped out in one sexy number that was sheer in some places, providing him with glimpses of her pretty brown skin. He couldn’t let anyone else see her in that. That was something she could only wear for him. Raz shook his head.

“Yeah, this one is a little too much, huh?” she said, turning her back to him.

The back was completely sheer. Staring over her shoulder at him, Monique winked. Damn, he wished he was that dress right now.

“I’ll go take it off,” she purred.

This woman!She had no idea how hard she had him. Or maybe she did. His little tease added an extra sway to her hips before disappearing into the dressing room. He shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable.

Finally, she stepped out in a stunning black dress that seemed to be made just for her. It wrapped around her body like liquid night, accentuating her curves and making her brown skin glow.

“Ah, there it is,” Orazio murmured, not even trying to hide his satisfaction. “You look fucking breathtaking, Monique.”

The sales clerk next to him giggled and gave Monique two thumbs up. His Rosa smiled, practically glowing with happiness. He couldn’t believe this woman was his, all his. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure as she met his gaze.

“Thank you, Orazio. This is the one. I love it.”

“I loveyou,” he told her, voice low and seductive as he slowly approached her.

“Behave,” she whispered, gaze lowered, revealing a shyness he adored.

If they were alone, he’d take his time fucking her in each dress she’d tried on. Maybe he’d do that later because he was purchasing every item she’d touched.

“Since this is the one, I’ll get dressed so we can leave.”

Raz nodded as he stared at her body. Monique noticed his look and laughed. The sound was music to his ears as she retreated to the dressing room one last time. He motioned for the sales associate to come over.

When she did, he told her to add all the dresses Monique had tried on to his account and have them shipped to his home.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Cattaneo.”

The woman had just walked away when Monique returned.

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