Katy frowned. “Really? Why?”
Signorina Abbiati dropped the measuring tape and walked over to a small table on the side, returning with two magazines. On the cover of both were Ryker and his brother, Vector.
Katy took the magazines and stared. “I’m sorry. I can’t read Italian. Can you translate this for me please?”
“Si, signorina. It says, ‘Italy’s Most Eligible Bachelors’ on this one, and the other is a business article about the Draquonir empire. They are Italy’s oldest and richest family. They have billions, and have recently announced plans to expand into new markets. Whatever they do, others follow.”
Katy blushed. “Oh. I see.”
SignorinaAbbiati shook her head. “No. No. I do not think you understand. You see, Signore Draquonir has many female admirers, but he has never taken a serious interest in one until you, signorina. We are very excited for you. And for us.”
“For you?”
“Si, signorina. Your connection to the head of the Draquonir family will generate much interest in our boutique. Your choices here today will influence spring and summer trends in all of Italy.”
“Oh my God.” Her legs gave out, and she sank to the floor. “I can’t do this.”
“Oh no!” Signorina Abbiati cried out to her assistant, “Go! Get Signore Draquonir. Quickly!”
“There is no need,” Ryker snapped, pushing the door open and scooping Katy protectively into his arms. “I am already here.”
Katy smiled weakly and wrapped her arm around his broad shoulders, oddly glad to see him. “I’m fine. Really. Just a momentary shock was all. You can put me down.”
Instead of putting her down, as she requested, Ryker turned to the others. “Leave us.”
Katy didn’t watch them leave, mesmerized by Ryker’s commanding presence. His eyes flashed with something elemental. Possessive. He was in alpha mode, and her body reacted instinctively, her mind a deep pool of need. Her nipples hardened, and her body buzzed with electricity.
There was no avoiding it. She still had nothing on but panties and bra. She couldn’t hide her reaction any more than he could hide his. He kissed her. Hard.
By the time he let her up for air, she was breathless and dizzy. He set her down only to walk her back toward the wall. He wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hard shaft pressed against her, straining through his suit.
With one hand he reached down and ripped through her panties like they were cotton candy, his need fueling her own. She let out a cry as he unzipped his pants, and with one hard stroke, he filled her. Out of nowhere an orgasm ripped through her. She screamed his name, but he just filled her again and again, pushed through her orgasm and demanded more. Took her against the wall, on the floor. Her voice grew hoarse from screaming his name, which only served to make him redouble his efforts.
His voice, unnaturally deep and guttural, finally penetrated the fog. “Mine.”
When they were spent, he dressed, wrapped her in a blanket she hadn’t noticed was in the room, and walked with her securely in his arms out the door. She buried her head in his shoulder, too embarrassed to look at anyone as he carried her to the door.
“Signore Draquonir, you have not made your selections.”
Ryker looked down at his mate and shrugged. “Send one of everything, in every color.”
The manager gasped. “One of everything we have? Accessories as well?”
Ryker adjusted Katy in his arms and turned back to the door. On his way out he confirmed, “Everything. You will know what she likes when she wears it.”