Page 27 of The Mafia Princess

“No!” she yelled. “I mean, just give me a few minutes.”

She quickly undressed, put her hair up, and walked into the shower. She didn’t waste time relaxing under the steamy water because she felt so vulnerable naked while he was on the other side of the door.

After she got out, she brushed her teeth and took her hair down. When she looked around for her pajamas, she realized she’d left them draped over the sofa. Her clean underwear was in the closet attached to the bathroom, which also had a door that was open into the bedroom so he’d see her.

He knocked again. “What’s keeping you, Lass?”

“I-I’m about done. I just have to get dressed.”

She opened the closet door and peeked in. The other door was open, but she couldn’t see Remington, so she hoped he was still standing by the bathroom door. She’d just have to be quiet or gain his attention.

She pulled a pair of panties out, and with the help of leaning against the cabinets, she was able to pull them on under the towel. Now she just had to get by him. She pulled down one of his shirts and put it on, and buttoned it. It was a bit better because she felt it covered more than the towel had. She screamed when she turned to find him in the doorway to the closet.

He grinned. “I think that shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me.”

She snorted. “I had to borrow it until I could get my pajamas that I left on the sofa.”

“You can use anything of mine you want, and we’ll work on getting you some things tomorrow.”

“Oh, I don’t need a lot.”

“I want you to feel comfortable here, Love. I don’t ever want you to go without.”

“I’m not big into clothes or anything, and I never wore three-quarters of the clothes I had in my closet at home.”

He walked her way and laid his massive hands on her shoulders. “But I want to see you in pretty clothes that make you happy.”

God, he seemed so big standing in front of her. She didn’t let the fact that he only had on his boxers bother her, but it was hard when her face came to his chest, even with the valley between his pectoral muscles. She had to swallow a few times because the saliva kept filling her mouth. His grip tightened when she tried to step back.

“Not yet, Love. Do you understand that I need to feel like I’m taking care of you?”

“But you don’t need to. We might not see each other after I decide what to do.”

“I think you need to consider that you and I will be together forever.”

“What? You can’t want that?”

“Why not?” he asked and grinned.

“Just … because. We don’t even know each other.”

“Are you saying you’d be able to get to know the man your father would choose for you before you married him?”

God, that was a sick thought. She could picture some of the men her father had visit him, and none of them were appealing.

“Why do I have to marry anyone?”

“Would it be so awful to be married to me?”

The tone of his voice made her think she’d hurt his feelings, but he had a gleam in his eyes she didn’t trust.

“I’m not saying that.”

“So, you will?”

“Maybe. I have so many questions.”

“Do you not think I’d be a good husband?”

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