Page 74 of Be With Me
I exhaled. “It can’t happen again.”
His expression didn’t change. “Right. It was a mistake. We weren’t thinking straight.”
I blinked. “Exactly. A lot happened that night.”
He nodded. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Somehow.” Guess he was as eager to move on as I was. “I’m glad you didn’t get the wrong idea.”
“Which would be?”
I felt my face heat. “Never mind.”
He cocked his head. “I’m a grown man, Mia. You think I get attached every time I get to third base with a woman? I’d have a harem of wives by now if I did.”
I almost reared back at that statement. I’d expected his usual arrogance, but I hadn’t expected him to be so callous.
A humorless smirk appeared on his lips. “We’ll wrap everything up today, and then we can say goodbye. For good.”
“Sounds great to me,” I said, my voice flat. Hurt pulsed inside my chest. “Ready to try on your look?”
His gaze flicked to the garment rack. He stepped forward, lifted the suit off the hanger, and held it out in front of him.
I folded my teeth over my lips, trying to read his reaction. Not that I should care what he thought about it at this point. He wasn’t a real client, and I wasn’t holding my breath for that recommendation.
But Ididcare. Maybe it was my professional pride that demanded I do a great job. Or maybe…I just wanted him to like my work.
Ugh. Why?It was so stupid.
“Are you going to try it on, or just stare at it? I have a busy schedule, Romolo.”
He arched a brow but said nothing. Then, with a shake of his head, he carried the suit into the changing area.
I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay composed as I paced the studio, struggling—and failing—to keep my thoughts from straying to the last time we were alone.
I hated how vividly I could still remember the feel of his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my hips, his voice rough against my ear.
The curtain slid open and Romolo emerged. “It fits well.”
I froze mid-step.
He looked…incredible. Exactly how I’d envisioned when I imagined the look. The suit molded to his body, emphasizing his muscular build, and the red cape added an element of drama. He was already dangerous. Powerful. Untouchable. But now? Every detail I’d painstakingly added to his clothes amplified those qualities.
Dressed like this, he wasn’t just a man. He was Mars, the god of war.
I walked around him, inspecting the fit from every angle, searching for flaws. I found none.
“What do you think?” I asked, coming to stand in front of him.
His gaze flickered to mine in the mirror. “It’ll do,” he said, his tone dismissive.
My lungs deflated.That’s it?Quickly, I looked away. “Well, that’s great. I’m happy you like it.”
“Anything else? Or are we good here?”
It was a dismissal.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I guess that’s it.”
