Page 21 of Under the Influence

“Only if she’s wearing a wedding dress,” he says with a smirk.

“I’m sure you can get Angela to change her mind,” I say slowly.

“I don’t want her to, you’re a much better bet.”

“Gee, I feel so much more special.”

“Are you looking forward to the engagement party?”

“Looking forward would indicate that it is far away.”

“Your father wants to hold it at your house.”

“Well, I guess that means we don’t have to have a theme.”

“What kind of wedding do you want?” he says, eyeing me.

“Papa told me you wanted to keep the original date.”

“Not for the reasons you think, I guess I just wanted to marry you sooner rather than later. I don’t like waiting when I want something.” he says pointedly. “What kind of wedding did you have in mind?” he says, raising his eyebrow a fraction.

“An expensive one.”

“No shit, I was expecting to take you to the courthouse with your Zia as our witness.”

“Well, that would have been interesting. I’m not having anything the same as what you and Angela planned. I want a whole re-do.” I say, folding my arms.

“Fine.” he says breezily.

“What? That will cost thousands.” I say surprised.

“Hundreds of thousands probably.”

“I don’t want the dress she picked out either. In fact, I want two dresses and a diamond tiara.” I say, waiting for him to fold.

“Whatever you want.”

“I have very expensive taste.”

“I can tell, that won’t be a problem.”

“Angela’s dress wouldn’t fit you anyway.”

“Meaning?” I say, glaring at him.

“Certain areas you are more generous with.” he says, eyeing my bust.

“Subtlety isn’t your strong point,” I say folding my arms.

“You might as well buy a whole new closet for yourself, including lingerie.” he says, locking his eyes with mine, “I don’t care what it looks like, it’s not going to be on for long.” he says, whispering in my ear before walking off.

My heart thumps furiously under my chest as lust pulsates through every pore. Despite not wanting to marry Rocco De Luca or be a stand-in for Angela, I can’t deny the flame of attraction that lights up every time I am in his vicinity. My face blushes just thinking of him finally undressing me as his gray eyes stay fixated on my green ones.

Don’t test me, Croccifixio, because I think I want to be tested, and that is never a good thing.

“Boss,” Damon says awkwardly as I get in the car. “I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s all handled.”

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