you the courage to go for it.”
“I wanted to… but… I felt his gun.”
Abri frowned. “I’m guessing that’s not some cutesy code for his cock.”
I shook my head.
“Honey, is the whole family thing still bothering you? It’s just a job.” She clapped her hands sharply, startling me. “Enough with the sitting around and worrying about silly things that don’t need to be worried about. It’s time to shop. Let’s go.”
I looked at Abri, dressed to kill in a red blouse, black slacks, and red heels, glanced down at my jeans and t-shirt. “I think I’m under-dressed.”
Abri nodded, flashing a grin. “You are, but that’s okay because we’re going to change that.”
Chapter 8
Two hours later, we were sitting in a coffee shop in the mall, four big bags filled with clothes sitting by my feet. My jeans and t-shirt were in one of the bags, crammed in like rags used to wash a car. Abri said I was high-class and it was way past time to have confidence and dress the part.
My current ensemble consisted of a white pullover dress that went a little below my thighs, with a single row of buttons running down the side. My tennis shoes had been replaced by brown, knee-high boots. When Abri had picked the outfit, I had rolled my eyes, but the woman had taste… and I looked hot. I was still uncomfortable about one thing, though. I hadn’t pulled out Cole’s credit card once during the whole trip.
“Abri,” I said, still feeling guilty. “You could’ve at least let me buy the coffees.”
Abri waved her hand dismissively, sipping her coffee. “Don’t be silly. Sonny has a tailor come by the house for his suits and I have enough clothes to wear something different every day of the year. It’s nice to shop for someone else every now and then.”
“Well… thank you.”
Abri smiled. “You’re welcome.” She winked at me. “You’ll thank me again after Cole sees you in that dress. Well… you’ll thank me after you recover from him ravishing you.”
I had told her about last night’s groping session and the surprise passion-filled kiss after breakfast, so most of our shopping spree had been filled with little comments like that. I couldn’t even think about the comments she had made while we were shopping for lingerie without blushing. I had thought I might die when she held up a pair of crotchless panties, asking if I could imagine wearing them as Cole filled me. I could actually, though, which was why those panties were now in one of the bags. “How do you do it?” I asked.
Abri almost choked on her coffee. After she quit laughing, she dabbed the corner of her eyes with a napkin. “I hope you’re not asking what I think you’re asking.” She looked at me, serious all of a sudden. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, you know, if you’re still… ummm… inexperienced.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. “No, I know how to do it . I meant how do you deal with being married to a mobster?”
Abri shrugged. “Like I said earlier, you just have to think of it as a job. Their jobs are to make money. Our jobs are to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid while doing it… without them knowing we’re doing that, of course.” She looked over my shoulder and grinned. “And as far as jobs go, ours have great perks.”
Unable to resist my curiosity, I turned and looked over my shoulder. Sonny and Cole were walking towards us, side by side, looking like they had just stepped out of a men’s fashion magazine. If Cole had worn a suit when we were younger, I would’ve gotten into all sorts of trouble.
Sonny leaned over and kissed Abri. “Hi, Doll.”
“Hi, Handsome,” she replied.
Cole looked at me, his eyes lingering on the area where my thighs disappeared under the dress. Slowly, his eyes rose to meet mine, exploring every curve on the way up. “You look beautiful.”
I smiled, blushing, suddenly nervous. I twirled a strand of hair around my finger. “Thanks.” I