Her phone vibrated in her purse, and she fished for it furiously, grateful for the distraction and leaning sideways and heard Miklos furious hiss as part of her skin was exposed with her movement. “Oh, stop. It’s not like my n****e is showing.” She looked at the call display and closed her eyes and then shoved the phone back into the bag.
“Problem?” Giorgio asked as Miklos reached out and adjusted the silk of her shirt to cover more of the swell of her breasts
“No.” She slapped at Miklos, “quit it. The blouse is meant to be like this.”
“it is risqué. Every movement you make I’m expecting the waiter to get an eyeful.” He shrugged out of his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, “who was on the phone?”
“None of your business.” She held his gaze seriously. “I was hoping for a call from Magda
