Page 77 of My Mafia Queen

He moves toward me, reaching inside his pocket and retrieving a violet velvet case.

He opens it impatiently, and my eyes dip to a beautiful bracelet and matching earrings.

“You’re not serious,” I say.

“I sure am,” he murmurs, setting the jewelry case on the bed and removing the bracelet and earrings from the box.

He takes my hand and fastens it with great precision.

“How much…?” I murmur, looking at the intricate piece.

“It doesn’t matter. I know how nervous you get around money, so it’s better if you don’t know.”

He takes my hand, flips it up, and places the clip–on earrings in my palm.

“You deal with them,” he says before getting distracted with my chest.

I follow the direction of his gaze and look down, thinking something is wrong with my dress.

“Is it too much cleavage?” I ask before lifting my gaze and waiting for him to peer at my face again.

He slides his eyes up and holds mine, his hand going straight to my neck and collarbones.

Slowly, he drags his hand down as if wanting to absorb the warmth of my skin through his palm.

“You look great, baby. Don’t worry about your cleavage.”

His eyes glint when he grips my chin and tilts my face up.

The temptation to pull him into a kiss is right there in my stare, a similar sentiment flickering through his eyes as well.

He doesn’t give in to it, though, only smiling at me.

“We’re really late,” he says, and I know that if we kiss, we’ll end up fucking and starting all over again, needing to shower and get dressed again.

“Are we sleeping there tonight?” I ask.

“I don’t know. We might. I reserved a hotel suite just in case.”

I study him in silence.

“What? Not good?” he tosses at me.

“It’s good,” I say. “I just wanted to spend our last night here.”

“We might come back,” he says, letting go of my hand and moving away, still glancing at me over my shoulder. “That dress will be history by tomorrow morning.”

I smile while he vanishes into the bathroom.

* * *

CARMINA

The diamond earringsand bracelet pair up perfectly with my dress, and the mirror agrees.

I glance at my reflection one last time before collecting my evening bag and coat while he enters our bedroom, sporting a tuxedo.

I try not to gape.