The Under Boss's Ballerina [18+]

Epilogue (part two)

"Yep." I replied pursing my lips and nodding. "Like my dress?"

"Turn." Blaire whirled her finger around. "Let me see how your ass looks."

I did a turn for her. "Lookie good?"

"Lookie sexy as fuck." Blaire winked slapping my ass. "Out for a date?"

"Yep." I reply. "Just waiting on my date."

"That's good babe." Blaire smiles. "It's good to see out of your pajamas."

"I feel good out of my pajamas, you know?" I sighed. "Who knew?"

"I know right?" Blaire looked at her watch. "I have to run, babe. Have fun. Okay? I'll give Icarus a fat smooch from you. Maybe five because he has such soft cheeks."

I narrow my eyes at the woman, impeccably dressed in a business outfit.

"Don't tell me you have no idea about the little sleepover?" She naughtily grins.

"I do." I reply. "Have fun though. And see if he pooped. He didn't poop today. And warm the milk a lil before-"

"I know, Bubbles." Blaire says placing a hand on my shoulder. "I know. Go enjoy your night. Okay?"

"Thank you, babe."

It takes two more minutes for Angelo to come down after Blaire leaves. And when he does, he's absolutely clueless of me waiting for him. As I stand leaning against the reception desk, I watch  Angelo stride out of the lift, a man greets him to whom he greets back. Shakes hand with a couple of other men.

Pushes a hand through his hair, absentmindedly striding toward the repection. Maybe I was a little early.

Alyssa did say six thirty. It was six thirty nine? I had sucesfully waited a whole nine minutes for my dear husband.

"Why, don't you look dapper, signore?" I traded when his eyes landed on me. Half a smile spreading over his mouth.

"Why, signorina, you don't look so bad yourself." My sweet husband shamelessly roams his eyes all over me.

"I'm not sure my husband would be pleased about your eyes wondering about, signore." I teased.

"Your husband must be a prude." He smirks.

"My husband is quite lovely, thank you." I purse my lips at him. "I love him very much."

"Do you now?" Angelo asks, his arms crossed over his chest. "Does he give you what you desire, signorina?"

What a little- "Sí. And so much more."

"Well lucky bastard, that one." He says, stepping closing putting an end to our flirts. "I've missed you so much, baby." He whispered. His hot minty breath tingling my skin.

"I couldn't think about anything else but you, in that dress, tadpole." Angelo whispered. "So fucking sexy-"

"Yeah?" I breathed. My hand resting on his waist, clutching the ends of his suit jacket. "This was a good surprise."