Page 83 of Alessio

“I’m not used to being spoiled,” she admitted.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it, though.”

Ginevra liked this woman.

And those men.

“I’ll let you pick,” she said, giving Cassidy a smile.

“You got it.”

A low whistle cut through the penthouse as Ginevra turned the corner. The appreciative sound from Alessio had Ginevra grinning, and standing beside him at the door looking just as good in his suit as Alessio did in a blazer and black slacks, was a smirking Corrado.

“Look at you, huh?” Alessio said, his gaze drinking her in.

Corrado did the same—his deepening sexily. “I should send that boutique and their people a bonus, yeah?”

Alessio nodded. “Definitely.”

“That’s enough from the two of you,” Ginevra said, unsure of how to handle their attention when it was on her like this. Some things just took time to get used to, she supposed. This was one of those for her. “And I think you went a little overboard today.”

“We didn’t do enough.”

“Agreed,” Alessio replied.

Ginevra sighed, coming to a stop in front. Brushing her fingers over the shoulder of Corrado’s suit jacket, her gaze turned on Alessio. “I think this is the first time I have ever seen you wear something that isn’t black jeans, a leather jacket, and a plain shirt. I like it.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“I like you as you are, too.”

“You better.”

“He cleans up well,” Corrado murmured.

Alessio flashed his teeth in a tempting grin. “But only when I’m forced to.”

“See,” she said, “overboard.”

“Not at all.” Corrado’s hand slipped around to her lower back, and with a gentle nudge, they headed out of the penthouse after Alessio opened the door. “Besides, this was just for fun. And you don’t get enough of that here, do you?”

“I think I’m wearing about five thousand dollars between these clothes and the jewelry—”

“About fifteen, actually.”

Ginevra balked. “How is that fun?”

Because now she was just worried that she might lose the goddamn necklace or earrings. That was before she thought to ask just how much of that fifteen thousand belonged to the dress, the lingerie she wore under it, or the shoes on her feet.

Damn.

“For a Guzzi,” Alessio said behind her as he locked the door, “spending money is fun.”

Corrado shrugged. “Yeah, mostly.”

All Ginevra could do in response to that was laugh because it seemed so excessive. And yet, she wasn’t at all surprised.

“Besides,” Alessio said, coming up to her other side as they waited at the bank of elevators, “the best part of having a beautiful woman at your side is getting to show her off.”