Page 75 of My Mafia Queen

He gave me free rein to buy whatever I wanted and have it delivered to our villa.

I may get used to the spa, horseback riding, and shooting ranges, but I’m still not comfortable splurging on nice things, and I don’t think that particular aspect will change anytime soon.

Besides, adding another piece of clothing to my already lavish wardrobe when Tina has a long list of things she'd like to have makes my heart weep.

With that being said, I love to dress nice for him. The allure of it is not new to me.

I enjoy seeing his eyes glint lustfully and relish the anticipation building in his frame.

But splurging for the sake of it is not who I am.

And other than that, I wish I could stop time and enjoy this a little longer.

Unfortunately, we’re going back tomorrow morning.

He has something to do on Monday. He’s flying out of town, I think, so we can’t stay here any longer.

I put my sunglasses on the table and look across the lake in the distance as the sunset glides over the water. The lake slowly darkens while bright hues of red splash over the sky.

I hug my sweater closer and fill my lungs with fresh air and my heart with this place.

As the evening sneaks in, I light a candle on the patio table, move my eyes to the water, and take it all in again.

I’ll miss this place.

The silence and wilderness make me forget what time it is. Somewhere in the back of my mind lurks a thought, though.

I should get ready.

Yes, I should.

I finally jolt out of my stillness, drink the last drop of juice, and head inside.

The closet offers me several options when it comes to cocktail dresses.

We attend a fancy event in Reno, and I want to look my best.

My hand goes over several dresses on the hangers before a red outfit catches my eye.

I pick it up and study it.

It’s a sexy––maybe too sexy––dress done in a light sequined fabric, with tiny straps, small cups revealing more than concealing, a fitted design, and a decent length.

From a shoe box, I scoop out a pair of red stilettos.

The scarlet dress and shoes are brand new and will definitely leave a long-lasting impression.

I rush into the bathroom, shower quickly, wrap myself in a large towel, and apply my makeup before blow-drying my hair.

Moments later, I slide on a skimpy pair of red lace panties and spritz perfume on my way to the closet before putting on my dress and shoes.

Preoccupied, I study my silhouette and outfit in the mirror.

“I’ll be damned,” I murmur to myself.

I look sexy and more mature.

A smile tugs at my lips as I curve my spine and thrust my chest forward, making sure the soft cups fit me right.

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