Page 33 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

I grab my pants after leaving Andrea in the dressing room, heading down to see James.

When I walk into alterations, I notice James is bent over, her tits practically falling out of her top.

Several months ago, she had a baby with her husband, and I swear they’ve never been bigger.

She flips up her curly, dark hair, instantly noticing where my eyes are focused.

“Marco, that’s not where my eyes are.” She stands up, eyebrows raised and a fake smile on her face.

“You’re fucking telling me. Congratulations to Oliver.” Normally, when I come down here, I have to go home and jerk off. After my session with Andrea, Little Marco does nothing. That's new.

“Shut up and give me what you brought in. Also, if you make another perverted comment about my infant son, I’ll sic El on you.” I hand her the jeans as she grabs them by the legs, noting how torn they are, and laughs. “What did you do?”

“To summarize everything, I found out I can do the splits, but these jeans cannot. Can you fix them?”

“Do you know me at all? Of course I can. I’ll need about a week with this amount of damage. When I’m done, I’ll give you a call.” I nod my head, but other than staring at her tits, I don’t flirt otherwise. I notice the mother’s intuition in her eyes, and she crosses her arms.

“What’s wrong? Since I’m back from maternity leave, I assumed you’d have all sorts of comments about my body. The comment about my boobs is minuscule.”

“I’m in a relationship. Kind of. A situationship?” Andrea, El, and I haven’t had a full conversation about how we would address this publicly. If we ever did.

James slams the jeans on the table, gaping at me through her lashes. “You? Marco Cornado is dating someone? That’s new.”

“I don’t know if I’d consider it dating. We’re fucking a lot, though.”

“I’m sure you are.” She instantly sees that I won’t elaborate, deciding to wrap up the conversation. “Do you want to pay when you pick up your jeans, or should I put it on your account?”

“Put it on my account and give me a call when you’re done.” I turn around to head out the door when James calls for me.

“And Marco, enjoy yourself. Even though you’re a pain in the ass on a good day, you still deserve to be happy with whoever you choose.” If only I could explain that it’s two people.

I go to leave the room, smirking as I tease her. "Yes, Mommy.”

She grabs the handle of her shears tightly, pointing the blades in my direction. “You ever call me Mommy again, and I’ll toss my shears in your direction and see where they land.”

“Okay . . . Mommy.” James wasn’t lying. I realize that when she pulls back her arm, tossing the shears. They thunk into the wall as I’m running out of alterations while laughing.

She’s right, though. I need to enjoy them while they’re around.