Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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The mall bustles with shoppers, but I only have eyes for Josie as she saunters toward the dressing rooms, arms laden with glittering dresses. I settle into a plush chair outside, trying to look nonchalant. Even though watching Joise play dress-up is technically my job right now, it feels ridiculous. Me a mafia Don watching Little Miss Hacker. Yet, I need her for something important tonight, and she has to look the part.
"Don't fall asleep out there, old man," Josie teases, disappearing behind the curtain.
I scoff, rolling my eyes, but can't help smirking. "Now, I'm an old man."
"You've always been an old man, Uncle Storm." She says from behind the curtain. "Who happens to be amazing in the bedroom."
One of the sales associates coughs or chokes—maybe a mixture of both. Josie and that damn mouth of hers. The curtain opens, and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Josie emerges in a slinky red number that hugs every curve.
"Well?" she asks, twirling.
I clear my throat, willing my voice to stay steady. "It's... nice." Nice? Christ, get it together, Kade.
Josie raises an eyebrow. "Just nice? Guess I'll try another."
She disappears again, and I exhale slowly. Focus. This is business, not pleasure. But when she steps out in a backless black dress, my resolve crumbles. Heat rushes through me as she does a little shimmy.
"How about this one?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Josie grins wickedly and walks slowly toward me. "Cat got your tongue, Uncle Storm?" She leans forward, and the front of her dress dips dangerously, giving me a view that makes my heart race. "Maybe this one's more your style," she purrs, each word dripping with teasing promise.
I manage to find my voice again, trying to put on my best Don face. "It'll do." Understatement of the century.
She leans in closer, damn near in my lap. Her lips just a hair inch away from mine. "I have two more dresses, but I think this one might be the winner." She laughs a musical sound that does funny things to my insides and straightens up. "Be right back."
Josie disappears behind the curtain yet again, leaving me to grapple with my scattered thoughts. I should be used to her games by now, shouldn't I? The sway of her hips, the teasing glint in her eyes—it's all part of the Joss package, meticulously wrapped up in allure and audacity. Yet every time, she manages to catch me off guard, sending my control into a tailspin.
Two more dresses follow, each more tantalizing than the last. By the time she's done, I'm gripping the armrests so hard my knuckles are white.
"So," Josie says, emerging in her regular clothes. "Which one?"
I stand, smoothing my suit jacket. "Dealer's choice. They all looked... suitable."
