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Don Pirelli moves with a fluid grace that belies his imposing frame. As he stands on the pedestal, I begin taking his measurements, acutely aware of every point where my hands brush against him.
“You have a gentle touch,” he murmurs, his eyes following my movements. “I can see why your reputation precedes you.”
I feel a blush creeping up my neck. “Thank you,” I reply, proud that my voice remains steady. “It’s all in the details.”
“Indeed,” he agrees, a hint of something more in his tone. “And you seem to have quite an eye for… details.”
Our eyes meet, and for a moment, the air between us feels electric. I clear my throat, breaking the spell. “How do you prefer your jackets, Don Pirelli? More fitted or with a bit more room?”
He smirks, a dangerous glint in his eye. “I like things that fit… just right. Snug in all the right places, but with enough give to move when necessary.”
I nod, trying to ignore the double meaning in his words. As I continue the fitting, our conversation flows easily, punctuated by moments of charged silence. Despite the looming threat of Gino’s return, I find myself enjoying the process, even laughing at Don Pirelli’s subtle jokes.
As I finish up, pinning the last adjustments, I step back to admire my work. The suit drapes perfectly over his form, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist.
“Well, Don Pirelli,” I say, allowing a small smile, “I think we’ve achieved the perfect fit.”
He turns to the mirror, adjusting his stance. “Sofia,” he says, his voice low and intimate, “I believe you’re right. It’s… perfect.”
The way he says my name sends another shiver through me. As our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection, I can’t help but feel that this fitting has altered more than just fabric.
I take a deep breath, gathering my courage. “Please, call me Fee,” I say softly. “It’s what my friends and family use.”
Don Pirelli cocks an eyebrow, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Fee?” he repeats, his voice wrapping around the nickname like a caress.
I nod, then feel heat rising to my cheeks as I realize how forward I’m being. “I mean, if you’d like to, of course. I didn’t mean to presume?—”
He cuts me off, gently tipping my chin up with one finger until I’m looking directly into his eyes. They’re a deep, rich brown, like freshly tilled earth after rain, with flecks of gold that seem to catch the light. But it’s the intensity in them that truly captivates me—a smoldering heat that makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world.
“Fee,” he says, his voice low and intimate. “I like it. It suits you—short, sweet, and leaves me wanting more.”
Holy shit.
I feel like I’m in a trance as I move to the cash register, my hands trembling slightly as I ring up his purchase. When I tell him the total, he hands over far more than necessary.
“Oh, this is too much,” I protest weakly, but he just smiles, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that makes my heart race.
“Keep the change,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “Consider it a down payment. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, he turns and walks out of the shop, the bell chiming his departure. As soon as the door closes behind him, I lean against the counter, fanning my face with my hand.
“Holy shit,” I mutter to myself, still feeling the lingering heat of his gaze. “That man isgorgeous.”
I try to shake off the effect he’s had on me, but it’s no use. Even as I turn back to my work, I can’t help but replay our interaction in my mind, wondering when I’ll see Don Angelo Pirelli again—and what will happen when I do.
The bell chimes again, and I look up, hoping to see Don Pirelli. But my heart sinks when Gino saunters in, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.
“Well, well,” he drawls, running his fingers along a rack of suits. “If it isn’t little Sofia. All alone today?”
I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “What can I do for you, Don Timpone?”
He chuckles, a sound devoid of humor. “Oh, I think you knowexactlywhy I’m here.” He picks up a pair of shears, examining them closely. “Nice craftsmanship. Be a shame if something happened to them.”
My hands clench at my sides. “I have some money for you,” I say, hating how my voice trembles.
Gino’s eyebrows raise in mock surprise. “Some? I believe I said twenty thousand. All of it.”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. “I… I only have twelve thousand.”
