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Dimitri keeps to my side as we scan the ballroom.
It’s like a florist blew up in here. It’s perhaps a little much for my taste.
My eyes land on Bianca, and I can’t help but smile.
She’s holding a glass of champagne, not the bottle anymore, as she gently sways to the music with a vibrant redhead wearing the gold dress Bianca was wearing only a few hours ago.
“That must be the cousin,” I mutter under my breath to Dimitri.
“Couldn’t you have married her?” He smirks. “She seems more…mellow.”
“Not a fan of redheads.” I grin, deciding to finally approach my wife, hoping the champagne has calmed her down a little. Though by the way she glares at me as I approach her, I might be wrong.
“What do you want?”
I glance at the terrified redhead and offer her the warmest smile I can muster.
“May I have a moment alone with my wife?”
She nods, scurrying away, leaving me alone with Bianca in the middle of the dance floor.
“Care to dance?” I offer her my hand.
Bianca glances down at it and wrinkles her nose.
“You really do wonders for a man’s ego.” I chuckle, tucking my hands into my pocket.
“Surprise marriage or not, it takes more than a smile to win me over, gattino.” She grins. “I need another drink.”
“Little cat, huh? I’ll take it, kisa.” I wink at her. “Now allow me.”
She rolls her eyes but falls into step beside me as we wade through the guests toward the bar at the far end of the ballroom.
I lift one finger to the bartender. “Champagne, please.”
Bianca frowns at me. “You’re not having one?”
“Not tonight. I think it’s best if one of us remains sober.”
“If you say so.” She takes the glass from the bartender, draining half of it in one go.
I’m mesmerized as her throat bobs, and I can’t help but picture running my tongue along the smooth column of her neck.
This woman is intoxicating.
“I’m not really a bad guy.” I bow my head so I can whisper in her ear.
Bianca rolls her eyes as she glances at me.
“Some women would think me quite a catch, you know…”
“Perhaps if their standards were on the floor…” She takes another sip of her drink.
“I’m not the villain here, ptichka.”
She frowns, and I grin as she briefly loses hold over her stone-like composure.
“Oh yeah?” Her eyes search my face. “How many weapons have you got stashed on you right now?” Her eyebrow quirks as she waits for my answer.
