“Massimo.” I grab at his forearm. “No.”
The saleswoman isn’t smiling anymore. Her frantic eyes are flitting around the store while she clutches the container with shaking fingers.
“Don’t even think about calling security,” Massimo continues, his voice low and heavy with threat. “I’ll kick their asses and then make you drink this s**t anyway.”
“Please, sir… I-I didn’t mean to offend.”
“Drink!”
“That’s enough!” I snap and grab the damn bottle of foundation from the woman’s grasp. The poor thing was already bringing it to her mouth. “I’m sorry. We’re leaving.”
I tug on Massimo to pull him away, but he isn’t budging and continues to glare at the sales clerk. The lady seems to be seconds from fainting, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did. Having an enraged six-foot-seven man g
