She looks back at me. “What are you doing, fake boyfriend? What’s going on?”
I look around as if the answer is obvious. “I’m shopping.”
She chuckles, then points to a black lace bra on a hanger. “You’d look great in that.” Then she presses again, “Come on. Come clean. What are you doing here? And why are we locked in?”
I close the distance as I speak.
“Well, a little birdie told me you were shopping for lingerie. So I thought you could use my assistance.”
She crosses her arms. “And how exactly do you plan to help?”
“I have a very discerning eye,” I tease as I sit on the couch, spreading my legs before my arms span the width of the back.
“Right,” she says with a grin. “Come to think of it, I’ve always heard that about chefs. Incredible in the kitchen and quite the underwear fashionistas.”
We’re staring at each other, and it’s like the heat in the room cranked up a notch.
“Look at it this way. Who better to choose the lingerie than the person who’s gonna take it off?”
Margot stands with her arms crossed as our eyes stay locked on each other for a few seconds longer, until she finally takes a step backward.
She points at me. “Stay.”
I smirk because that’s what she thinks. My eyes narrow as I play along.
“Be quick. Or no fucking promises.”
She rolls her eyes before walking into her dressing room and closing the door. Goddamn, this woman’s attractive.
One minute, then two more go by, and I’m already getting antsy.
“Come out. I want to see.”
“Hold your horses,” she yells, but I’m grumbling to myself before I hear her door open.
My head lifts, ready for sex on a stick, but instead, I get white lace undies over leggings and the matching bra over her T-shirt.
“So?” she says, putting her hands on her hips and turning around on her tiptoes. “Do you like it?”
“What the fuck…”
I shake my head and stand, making her jump. But this is what she gets. I’m stalking toward her with a smile as she starts to giggle.
The moment I get to her, my hands land on her waist before I spin her around and start walking her back into her dressing room.
“Oh, you think you’re funny,” I grind out.
Her feet move quickly as she rushes out her protest.
“Wait…what are you doing? Brody…” She’s laughing the whole way before I close the door behind us, locking it.
We freeze, her a bit breathless, me with a tensed jaw. Margot’s staring at me through the mirror, and I’m doing the same to her.
I lean down, speaking into her ear.
My voice is low and laced with gravel. “I want what I didn’t get last night. Which is you…” My eyes trail down her frame. “Nude.”
She blinks with a tiny shake of her head. “Here? But—”
