I rose out of my splits. Without Roman there to watch me, it felt silly to remain that way - like I was doing stretches in the skimpiest pair of panties I could find.
I took the white robe and slid into it. I knew Roman was tall, at least six feet, but I felt like Dumbledore in the thing, its sleeves hung well past my hands and the bottom dragged across the ground like a wedding dress.
The mobster's little wife, I thought with a smile as I did a lap around the enormous bathroom, admiring the marble tiled floor, walk-in shower that was almost as big as my bedroom, and the built-in tub in the corner that I could see myself falling asleep in every evening.
The gangster's bride?
I couldn't believe what I was thinking. I'd only just met the man, but there was no denying the effect he had on
