A pang of jealousy hits me right in the chest. I let go of the sleeve and take a quick step back. Am I a bad person for hating a random, unfamiliar woman just because she looks so perfect? Because they look so perfect standing next to each other?
“Get your hands off me,” Massimo growls.
The woman tenses and retreats. “I apologize. I was just thinking…”
“You thought wrong.” He turns around and stalks into the changing room, slamming the door closed in his wake.
A long sigh sounds on my left. I look at the sales lady as she stares at the closed door Massimo just disappeared behind, adoration clearly written all over her face.
“Your boss is such an intense man.” She sighs again. “Any chance I can get his phone number?”
Every fiber of my being stiffens, and I wonder how in hell this woma
