Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I immediately regretted my promise as I watched her shimmy her hips to let the dress she was wearing fall to the floor, exposing a matching pair of pale pink panties and bra before bending over to step into the python lace dress.
As she pulled the straps over her shoulders, I stepped forward.
She held up her hand. “You promised.”
Dammit.
With the ivory silk, the dress made it look like all she was wearing was a sheath of sheer black lace. There was no fucking way I would ever let her appear in public wearing it. In private however…
With her hands on her hips, she tilted her body to one side. “Satisfied?”
Not even close.
I shoved the garment bag with the other dress toward her. “Put this on. I’m going to be late for a meeting.”
Storming out of the dressing room, I leaned against a nearby wall and ran the heel of my palm along my hard shaft through my trousers, trying to ease the ache.
The moment she emerged from the dressing room, I nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Wait!” She gestured to the cobalt blue pleated dress. “I can’t go like this.”
“What’s wrong?”
She drew the hem of the dress up to just above her knee.
I had to close my eyes briefly and count to three to prevent myself from lunging at her and yanking at the hem of her pretty pink panties.
Vivian pointed to her black shoes. “The shoes don’t match.”
Now I know why men find shopping with their woman torture.
CHAPTER 21
VIVIAN
“Anything you want… sir.”
I gave the skinny Gucci salesgirl the stink eye as she eye-fucked Var.
Not that I blamed her. The man was dirty, sexy hot. Especially in that suit. With all of his tattoos and his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail, he looked like a thug with expensive taste, and I was here for it.
Except that I wasn’t.
I was here for my paintings.
Yup, the paintings.
Var didn’t take his eyes off the wall of purses, completely ignoring the girl who was duck-lipping so hard she would injure herself soon.
“Get her whatever she wants,” he said, without even looking at her.
Arching my back so I could look behind Var, I stuck my tongue out at the salesgirl.
She gasped.
Var’s head pivoted in my direction, but I just smiled innocently, before pointing to the wall. “I think the ivory patent leather Jackie shoulder bag should work with this dress,” I said sweetly.
Keeping his intense sapphire blue gaze on me, he tossed over his shoulder, “You heard her. Go get the purse.”
With a rather unladylike snort, the salesgirl turned in a snit to go retrieve the purse.
I’d have to check for spit marks inside before we bought it.
After buying me two pairs of shoes, a pair of gold straps to go with the cobalt blue dress and a stunning pair of red fuck-me heels to go with the python lace one, I told him I couldn’t possibly spend the rest of the day lugging around a black leather purse while wearing my new dress as I strutted into Gucci.
“So are you finished? I do have things I need to do at the office.”
I pretended to examine some nearby belts. “That depends. Have I made my point?”
Var chuckled as he raised one eyebrow. “That it’s expensive to act like a Neanderthal male and question your wardrobe?”
“Exactly.”
Originally, I just planned to mess with him. I figured once I started selecting seven-thousand-dollar dresses and insisting on matching three-thousand-dollar shoes, he’d cry uncle and admit my dress was fine. Then it became fun teasing him as I tried on outfits and lifted my skirt up to show off different pairs of shoes, always flashing a little too much thigh.
He wrapped his arm around my middle from behind. “Worth every penny. I can’t wait to trash whatever you wear tomorrow.”
My stomach twisted.
If all went well, there would be no tomorrow. It shouldn’t take me too long to find where he had stashed the paintings in his office area. As soon as I did, I planned on returning to the warehouse. If I were truly being watched by that other scary Russian, that would trigger him into coming out of the shadows.
I’d tell him where to find the paintings and let him deal with figuring out how to retrieve them.
I gave myself a mental shake.
Two scary Russians.
I’d actually casually said that to myself.
I had two scary Russians in my life right now. Both were likely criminals.
Jesus, when I send my life off the rails, I really aim for the ditch.
Shifting out of his grasp, I put the belt rack between us. “So tell me, how does a Russian Mafia dude make money these days? I mean prohibition ending must have put a real crimp in your revenue all those years ago.”
He leaned his elbow on the top of the rack. “I’ll tell you if you tell me something.”