“War said for me to tell you that he’s in his office.” Z directs it at Tova, knowing that will end this line of questioning about Marks.
“Is this your way of telling me to leave nicely?” Tova challenges him. She even tries to make a serious face. Which she is getting better at.
“Yes,” Z tells her.
“Hey.” I smack his chest, hurting the back of my hand. How does he spend so much time at a computer and still manage to have a hard body?
“He does need to speak to you.” Z takes my hand, kissing the back of it.
“All right.” Tova brushes her bangs out of her face. “Laters,” she says before disappearing through the doors.
“So.” I bounce on my heels. “What do you think?” I ask, motioning to his desk.
“Cute.” He nods.
“Really? You like the pink?”
“Babe, you can paint the whole room pink. I don’t give a shit. If it makes you happy.”
“I know.” I slide my hands up the front of his chest and around his neck.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” What can I really complain about?
“Getting bored?”
“A little. I mean, my current goal is trying to spend all your money, but I can’t even do that.” I sigh dramatically, making him chuckle.
“You know I’ll just keep replenishing it.”
“Oh.” I huff. “Well, now what am I supposed to do?” I ask. “I mean, besides you. I can only do that so much. The vagina can only take so much.”
“That’s why you got a mouth.” I burst into laughter. Z picks me up, spinning me around. “I’m going to take you out tonight.” He stops spinning, putting me back on my feet.
“Really?!” I’m dying to get out of here, even if only for a few hours. I’ve been trying to hide it, probably not well, but I knew Z was doing the best with whatever he has been handling in regards to the Amato family.
“Got a dress in one of those boxes?”
“A dress?” I give him a playful smile. “I’m sure I can find a lot more than that. How much time do we have?” Because I’m about to give my husband a full-on fashion show.
“For you, I’ve always got all the time in the world.” He grips the back of my neck, leaning down to kiss me. I moan into his mouth, forgetting all about any show and ditching all my clothes.
That is, after all, my husband's favorite look on me.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Z
“Ilove you so much.” Cosima sighs happily as she fixes the pink handkerchief she put into the jacket of my suit to match her dress. I can see how much her mood has changed now that she knows we are going out. I’d spent the last couple of hours making love to her, enjoying the fashion show she put on for me, and watching her get ready.
I honestly thought she would be complaining more about being cooped up, but she hasn’t made her dissatisfaction apparent to me, which I appreciate. She knows how important figuring all of this stuff out about the Amato family motives is.
“Over a little bit of pink?” I shake my head. “I have not put the bar on the floor before now, have I?” I tease her.
As I told her, I don’t give a shit what is or isn’t pink. I dress for comfort and to be put together. If she wants us to match, so be it. If it brings joy to her face, that's all that matters to me. She is constantly trying to do that for other people. Cosima is quick to do what most would find embarrassing if it lifts the mood. I want to be able to do that for her.
“It’s not just the pink. It’s all of you.” She pats the handkerchief. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
