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I look nervous.
I look excited.
I look like a woman about to walk out of a really rich man's bathroom in green lace, chosen specifically by him because it reminds him of my eyes.
My eyes aren't even fully green, but I understand what he means when I look at the lacy green again. It'll complement for sure.
I laugh once under my breath.
Definitely not sane.
I freshen up quickly, hands not entirely steady. Then I undress, folding my clothes with extreme care because I need something practical to do with my hands.
The green lace slips over my skin like water.
The fit is perfect.
Again.
I should expect nothing less.
I hook the bra, adjust the straps, then slide the panties up my legs. They settle low on my hips, delicate and devastating.
For a moment, I simply stare.
The woman in the mirror stares back.
She looks nothing like the woman who walked into Conti Headquarters this morning, trying to convey calm and authority.
This woman looks like trouble.
Expensive trouble.
I take one breath.
Then another.
Outside the door, Mario is silent.
Waiting.
I muss up my hair just a bit, lift my chin, open the bathroom door, and step out.
Chapter Twenty
Mario
I have seen her naked.
I have tasted her skin.
But this...
Fuck.
Fuck.
My cock stiffens at the sight of her.
