Chapter 271: She Knows
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Four Days Later
There is nothing I enjoy looking at more than an Italian man in a suit, unless that man is specifically my husband and the suit is specifically Armani. As much as I tease him about it, Sasha really was put on this earth to wear Giorgio’s creations. A match made in heaven—or maybe hell.
Either way, Sasha in black-tie Armani makes my knees weak.
"You like it?" he asks, looking himself over in the mirror. The tux is brand new; we picked it up after alterations just this morning.
I come up behind him and look at his reflection. It gives me the advantage of being able to check him out from both back and front. "Baby, if we didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d insist that we fuck immediately."
"You like it," he confirms with a smirk. "Alright. As long as you think I’ll pass muster with Magda as well."
Tonight we are attending the opening night of the season at Teatro La Fenice, the Venetian opera house, where Sasha is hoping to make first contact with Magda. She’s a great patron of the arts, and Sasha hopes that showing himself in a similar light might pique her interest.
I watch Sasha straighten his bow tie for the fifth time and then reach around him to do it myself. The thing about Sasha these days is that he’s not just good-looking. Of course he’s gorgeous, but he’s been that his whole life. These days, those surface-level, devastatingly-handsome features are buoyed by his self-confidence, his self-control, his self-belief. They’re all qualities that make him completely irresistible to me. I want him more these days than I ever did at the start, and I would have cut off a limb for him at the start.
These days I’d crush empires, raze worlds, unmake universes. And I think he knows it now, after the catacombs incident.