Boutique's Ora..

**l …and the white dress about to be destroyed.**

3 PM — Aosta, Northern Italy

Alessandro Blaze took his maid to Chanel.

Sunny looked around and admired the elegance and luxury of the place. The store was spacious and bright, with white walls and marble floors. There were black leather sofas and glass tables with magazines and flowers. She could smell the sophisticated, delicate scent of perfume in the air.

Alessandro Blaze knew exactly what was perfect for her to wear. He had enough sense to ask the attendant to help Sunny this time. He stayed in the living room of the fitting room.

“Mister Blaze?” called Sunny Hirsch from the dressing room. Her voice was muffled by the door.

“Are you stuck on something again?” asked Alessandro Blaze anxiously.

“No… It's just that I think the dress…”

"What?"

"...too much," Sunny Hirsch said from the dressing room.

“What do you mean by 'too much'? Come here. Let me see” asked Alessandro Blaze when she didn't come out.

Shy, Sunny Hirsch came out of the dressing room.

Alessandro Blaze felt his mouth drop.

Sunny Hirsch looked like a fairy princess in the white lace and tulle dress that hugged her slender body and enhanced her curves. The V-neckline revealed her delicate cleavage. The full, voluminous skirt fell to the floor, creating a cloud effect. The dress was adorned with embroidered flowers in pastel tones, which gave a touch of color and romanticism to the piece. The pink flowers matched the flush on the young woman's cheeks.

“Wow,” said Alessandro Blaze. “Just… Wow.”

“It's too much...” Sunny Hirsch said, suppressing a smile of pleasure at his reaction.

Alessandro Blaze turned Sunny Hirsch to the large mirror in the dressing room. He grabbed her shoulders and said,

“Behold the goddess Persephone.”

Under the glamorous lights of Chanel's living room, Sunny Hirsch did feel... stunning. Like she was living a dream. She had never worn anything so expensive and sophisticated in her entire life. She never even took Thiago Blaze's gifts out of the box. She turned her head towards him, waiting for Alessandro Blaze's approval. But it was at that moment that she realized that his hands were still on her shoulders, glued together. It was like he *couldn't* let go of her. His body behind her was radiating heat. Hot, intense.

“Mr. Blaze?” whispered Sunny Hirsch.

“Huh?” he asked.

“We need to leave now,” Sunny Hirsch said.

“We don't need leave,” agreed Alessandro Blaze focusing on her lips.

Their lips drew together like magnets for a light touch. So light, so delicate. Almost like a butterfly landing. Sunny and Alessandro exchanged an intense look. A guttural noise came out of Alessandro Blaze's mouth as he pulled her waist towards him, fitting her backside into him. It was a sound of defeat. Sunny Hirsch groaned as she felt him already hard and eager for her.

Alessandro Blaze deepened the kiss. He placed the girl on his lap and carried her over to the short black couch. He sat her down and knelt before her. He gripped her thighs tightly and kissed the inside of Sunny Hirsch's thighs.

“You guys need some more… Oh!” exclaimed the attendant at the entrance to the living room of the dressing room. She quickly withdrew.

Sunny Hirsch interrupted his head.

"Sir, they'll see us here," protested Sunny Hirsch.

Alessandro Blaze looked up, his face remarkably handsome for a mature man his age.

"Please. I need to touch you, Sunny Hirsch” pleaded Alessandro Blaze. His voice was hoarse with desperation. “I can send everyone out of this mall if you want. I can send everyone out of this town if I have to. Just so I can touch you. I *need* you, my Persephone.”

Sunny Hirsch's panic vanished when she saw Alessandro Blaze plead. There was the same pent-up need in his green eyes as hers. Without strength, she threw her hands back and leaned back on the couch.

“Yes, sir.”

Sunny Hirsch moaned as she felt Alessandro Blaze's mouth on her thighs. At first, his kisses were light and soft. He pressed his nose to her skin and murmured,

“My flower goddess smells like heaven.”

Sunny Hirsch felt a throbbing between her legs, the center of her, as she heard the longing in her boss's velvety voice. His hands parted her thighs gently, sliding over the softness of her flesh. Sunny was wearing plain white and not particularly sexy panties, but Alessandro Blaze ogled her. His finger stroked her over the fabric as if he was mesmerized by the sight of her.

Alessandro Blaze buried his head between Sunny Hirsch's legs; kissing her intimacy over her panties. His tongue sent a deep shiver that made her gasp,

“Mr. Blaze…”

“Did it hurt?” he asked worriedly.

Sunny Hirsch shook her head.

Alessandro Blaze pushed her panties to the side. He licked his lips at the sight of Sunny's insides: so small and red, delicate as a flower bud. Her clit was a wet bulge glistening with his saliva.

Sunny Hirsch bit down on her mouth to stifle the huge moan as Alessandro thrust his tongue deep inside her. He went right between her folds, sliding down, then suckling her clit in the same motion. Sunny Hirsch's body twitched and writhed in place.

“My sweet, Sunny Hirsch,” said Alessandro Blaze within her intimacy.

The vibration of his words caused hot spikes to spread throughout Sunny Hirsch's entire body. Her hands balled into fists as she stared at him in disbelief. Her internal liquid flowed and spread throughout her intimate area; spit and come mixing and leaving her skin melting under his thrusts.

Sunny Hirsch's hips instinctively rocked back and forth on the sofa. The tulle of that dress was unbelievably spread around her. The girl's internal liquid dampened those hundreds of euros in fabric.

Alessandro Blaze accelerated the kiss into Sunny's intimacy. His tongue moved quickly and he was fascinated by how her body followed the rhythms dictated by him. Her every moan, every gasp, every tug on his hair — it all followed the speed and intensity of his mouth on her. He was a conductor and her body was an orchestra filled with incomparable sounds, smells, and tastes.

Sunny Hirsch forgot that behind her was the Chanel logo. She forgot they were in a public place. She forgot her own name. She just wanted him to go faster and deeper. That overwhelming pleasure came in waves that suddenly drowned her. Her body squirmed and her legs hugged his head. Closer, deeper… Sunny Hirsch was knocked over by the climax that knocked her out. She could only hear Alessandro Blaze's words as he kissed her.

“Sweet Sunny… *Dio mio…* My Persephone… My goddess… You are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this Earth… *Sí*, come for me. my Goddess..."

Sunny Hirsch was panting when she felt her weak body being gently lifted off the sofa. Alessandro felt with her on his lap, her legs spread out in front of him.

“Look at me, Sunny,” asked Alessandro Blaze.

Still, out of breath, Sunny Hirsch met Alessandro's green eyes. He kissed her deeply, hands clasped around her waist. At first, it was a tender kiss, but soon they were glued to each other. The young woman's tulle skirt had fallen in layers behind her.

Sunny Hirsch felt the erection under the fabric of Alessandro Blaze's pants. Their lips were sticking together and their tongues were intertwining in rhythmic movements. The kiss was punctuated by small moans of pleasure. Their hips moved together. They broke apart, gasping for air amid the heaving twining of their bodies. Alessandro trailed kisses from Sunny's mouth to his neck.

“Should we?” Sunny Hirsch asked.

Alessandro Blaze's voice was muffled against Sunny's flushed skin. He said, "This place is not worthy of worshiping my goddess."

Sunny Hirsch's heart slipped. As a lowly maid, she was still more valuable to him than any billion-dollar store. He wanted to love her in the best place.

Alessandro Blaze got up from the sofa with Sunny curled up against him. Her legs were twisted around his hips. They continued kissing and kissing.

“Where?” asked Sunny Hirsch anxiously.

**A FEW MOMENTS LATER,**

Alessandro Blaze returned to the shop alone. The attendant took a deep breath as he made her sign a nondisclosure agreement. The Wolf Group logo was enough to let her know what she was getting into. He threw a suitcase of money in front of her.

“You never saw me,” said Alessandro Blaze.

“No, sir. I did not.”

His green eyes went cold as he hissed,

“Why are you calling me sir? You do not know me."

The attendant bit her lip.

“Send another dress like thar to this address,” said Alessandro Blaze

“The same size?” asked the attendant.

"Yes."

"Why?" asked the attendant. She was thinking of modifications to improve the dress.

“Because I plan on destroying that other one,” replied Alessandro Blaze.