“Give me this side of you when we’re alone, Maxim, and I’ll hold my tongue when we’re not.”
It’s a massive concession and I know it relieves him.
“I never want to quell your fire.”
“I won’t let you.”
His smile lights up his handsome face and, somehow, I know I said the exact right thing.
Of course, he has a wardrobe waiting for me. Not a capsule one. Nope. A full walk-in closet just collecting dust until I can wear the clothes he bought for me.
I pick out a dress that’s soft and floaty, something that doesn’t make me think of my fem slayer skin like Shay called yesterday evening’s outfit, and I step into the bedroom and find him on the phone, looking out of the window.
His eyes glance over me and his lips firm as if I displeased him. Then, I notice he fixates on my tits.
Did I mention the dress has a deep V cut?
Nope?
Savoring his attention, I strap on the shoes I picked too—jelly flip-flops with a little ankle buckle that have me contemplating how in-depth Maxim’s interest was in the selection of my clothes.
I half-listen in on his phone call, grimacing as he tells someone to kill the man they’re holding, and then he hangs up.
“Wait a minute. Are you killing Harrington Sr.?”
“No. Why?”
“Oh, you said you were killing someone.”
“Little snoop,” he says fondly, stepping over to me so he can help me stand.
Because I need the help.
Surprisingly, I’m not even that sore. Which is soooo fucked up.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure?” I ask, confused.
“Youkilled a man last night,” he says dryly.
“Oh. Well, I might crash out later, but I’m fine now.” Maybe my words belie the truth because, like a flashback, I see Harrington Jr. in hisPsychopose.
I could so easily be dead today…
Jesus.
When I shiver, his gaze softens. “Call me if you’re upset.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He just hums. “I miscalculated how deep that V would fall.”
Loving thathechose this outfit, I peer down my cleavage and grab his hand. Turning it, I slide his knuckles over the V and goose bumps appear wherever they brush. His jaw tenses as he nudges the fabric aside and trails them beneath the hem so he can cup my breast.
He releases a hiss.
Slow and low.
