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I’m going to make it a little tight, but you can rip it later to get out of it.”
    “Miss.” There was a knock at the door.
    Opening it, I reached out and took the clothing from him. “Thanks Foster.”
    “No, thank you. Sorry for the short notice.” He wasn’t the one who should have been apologizing to us.
    Carlotta took the bigger shirt and buttoned up the front quickly as I tucked it into the skirt. Some clever cutting into the front made it look like we hadn’t stolen shirts from a guy. I then pulled the extra material to the back and pinned it in place. Carlotta reached for the bow tie and I took it from her, cutting the neck part of the shirt before placing the bow right above her breasts.
    “Good.” I gave her a thumbs up before skipping over to my own. I was sewing and cutting so fast that I cut my finger.
    “Ah.” I hissed and immediately put my thumb in my mouth so I wouldn’t get any blood anywhere. I then reached into my bag for a Band-Aid.
    “Are you okay? You are good at everything.” Carlotta laughed at me.
    “Years of practice means years of mistakes too.” I smiled while wrapping my finger. I then stepped into the skirt after I buttoned up my cutout top with a bow. It was a little tighter when I was done, but it was better than nothing.
    “Good?” I asked her while spinning around.
    “ Maravilloso .”
    “Yeah, let’s just hope the boss thinks so,” I muttered, stepping out the side.
    When I did, she was waiting and tapping her foot nervously. She glanced over us and took a deep breath.
    “Okay, let’s do this Boston. Irene is back in action.”
     

     
    It was a little after ten by the time I swung around to Irene’s townhouse. Max had said he was only five minutes away, and I hoped he was right. Irene was going to need her cousin that night of all nights.
    There were a total of four people who came to welcome her back, not including the staff. They all looked like bloody captives, eyeing the door, but were too afraid to take any steps toward it.
    “Welcome sir, may I have your coat?”
    “I’m fine mate. I won’t be staying long,” I told him, clasping my hands on his shoulder and looking for anything to get me drunk fast enough to forget this cluster fuck already.
    Irene and I weren’t close at all, but she frequently brought her ‘friends’ to my restaurant to show off that she knew me personally. As long as she enjoyed the food, I didn’t give a bloody hell, either way. My plan was to watch Max struggle to make small talk and then sexually frustrate him across the crowd until he’d make up some bollocks scheme to leave, but that was no longer a possibility. Shame.
    Drunk sex would just have to do.
    “Pardon me, are you the keeper of the alcohol?” I spoke to the server at the bar cleaning glasses.
    “I’ll bring some now—” She whipped around, nearly tripping over her own feet as the glass in her hands dropped to the floor. Catching her, I held her still. “You all right?”
    “I’m so sorry!” she gasped out, brushed back her auburn hair before bending down to pick up the shattered glass.
    “Thanks, but I got it,” she said when I bent down to help her.
    “I’m a professional at broken dishware.”
    “Oh really? This happens a lot?” She snickered, glancing up at me, and at the same moment, I looked at her. Our faces were barely an inch apart.
    Her hazel brown eyes were stunning as she stared at me in shock. They were warm brown in the center and seemed to have this honey-colored hue toward the edge.
    “Sorry,” she said again, backing away and standing up. “I’ll get a broom.”
    Just like that, she escaped. I couldn’t look away from her. I didn’t want to. However, because the master of the universe loved misunderstandings, that just so happened to be the same moment I saw Max standing at the door. He had no expression on his face, which meant he was doing his best not to let anyone know what he was feeling or thinking.
    He stared at me