Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Z gave me a card and told me it was for our joint account. The number of zeros attached to the balance was insane. I thought as his wife I should spend some of it to, you know, help him out. You have to make a man feel needed. Right? I don't know. Sounds good in my head, and I've got nothing else to do right now. The thing is, no matter how much I spend, it just reappears. It's magic, really.
"If that makes you happy, dear," Z chuckles, taking my boxes over to the other side of the room and stacking them nicely. He even goes about straightening a few of them while giving me a view of said nice ass.
Yeah, I'm kind of a mess, and he's well organized. Z doesn't appear to be bothered by my disorganized chaos. Hey, he chose to love me, and all of my messiness is a part of it.
“What are you two up to?” Z asks, as he strides over toward me and Tova. Why is this man walking even sexy to me? He leans down, taking my mouth in a kiss.
“Ahem.” Tova clears her throat, bringing us back to reality. I might have forgotten we’d been in the middle of something.
“We were both just saying that we were worried about Marks. We haven’t heard from her much lately.” Oh, Tova is good. She’s not wasting any time trying to pump my husband for information.
“I’m sure she’s fine. It’s Marks; it’s not like she hasn’t been flighty before. She’s probably on a job or something.” Z tries to placate Tova. I keep my mouth shut, knowing that if I ask Z, he will tell me the truth, and I don’t want to put him in that position. Even though I want the scoop.
“Maybe.” Tova knows he’s deflecting. “But I think there’s something else going on. She’s my best friend, and I’m going to get to the bottom of whatever it is.”
“Hey! What am I, small potatoes over here?” I interject.
“You’re my family. My sister.” Tova rolls her eyes.
“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.