Page 50 of The Arrangement

“I’m not even going to ask how you did this,” Viviana murmured, voice still hot from his escapade with the toy in her ass. Just the sound was giving him a hard-on. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d have to stop himself from bending her over something and … “Can I just pick whatever?”

“It’s all yours,” he said, grabbing that tote bag of hers and dropping it into the chair.

“All of it?”

“Every little bit, baby. The sizes should be spot on, but if something’s not right, we can have it returned and replaced.”

Anton could see the question burning in her eyes before she even asked it. “It’s not … hot, right?”

It wouldn’t be unusual if it was, he had to admit. Bratva brothers, on more than one occasion, would pick up a load of something and the spoils were distributed as Anton saw fit. From all kinds of electronics to jewelry to high end clothing, it had all passed through his hands at one point or another. Some brought in more money than others, but that wasn’t really a part of the business that he wanted to discuss with Viviana.

Sometimes the less she knew, the better.

“No, it’s not. And that’s about all I’m willing to say in regards to that topic.”

With a small nod, he knew she understood. Anton stayed quiet as she moved over the rows of heels in opened boxes, reaching out to linger over the leather pumps, then a particular pair of silver peep-toed stilettos with shimmering crystals embedded from sole to tip. Viviana’s gaze lingered on those for a while and Anton knew then he had her caught. In a second, his hand was back inside his pocket.

“Anton! Dammit …”

The sweetest cry tumbled from parted lips as she staggered in place, a hand bracing on the arm of the couch. Anton simply lifted a brow and looked back at his open office door, knowing the four employees downstairs wouldn’t be coming up anytime soon.

“Those,” he said, turning the toy off. “Pick them.”

Air hissed through her teeth, but the pink blush staining her cheeks as she regarded him over her shoulder said more than Viviana ever could have. Her pupils were dilated, lips bitten a rosy red, and he had little doubt her thong was absolutely soaked with arousal. Good God, his dick fucking ached.

It was teasing him just as much as it did her.

“Could I at least look at the dresses before I pick a pair of shoes?”

“You’ve got to start somewhere. Build from those. I like them. Think of what it’ll feel like to be standing in them while I fuck your ass, Viviana.” The audible sound of her mouth clamping shut had him smirking. Anton brought the remote out and waved it as he added, “That was your point in this little show, right? You had a goal in mind, I’m just promising to follow through on it. But, I really like those shoes, so I couldn’t very well let you pass them up.”

“You should. They’re five hundred dollars a pair. You have expensive taste.”

“I have good taste,” Anton corrected, almost wanting her to challenge him. “And so do you considering they were the ones to catch your eye. Pick those shoes for tonight. The rest is all yours to do with as you like anyway.”

When he turned to leave the office, Viviana asked, “You’re not going to stay and help me pick a dress, Anton?” There was a little sarcasm hidden beneath her tone. That and a bit of her lust was coming through awfully strong, too, coloring her words. “Here I was thinking you’d press that button every time I came to something you might have liked, but nope. That’s too bad.”

“I have some things to do, so you’ll have a bit of time for yourself to go through it all.”

“But—”

“I’ll send Jen up in a while once she’s done with her liquor order. She has a good eye for fabrics on bodies.”

Anton didn’t miss the flash of something unknown in Viviana’s eyes. “Who is she?”

“The head bartender here. She also keeps the books on the legal side. The girl doesn’t have a bit of Russian in her, but she can drink like a fish and not be any worse for wear. Some of the younger guys like her a little too much, which got me to put her behind the bar instead of working the floor. They tend to leave her alone that way.”

Viviana tapped her sneaker to the floor, glancing away. “Anything else I should know?”

Ah, there it was. The question he figured she was eating but wouldn’t spit out.

“Yeah …” he said, turning to leave again. “I’ve never fucked her.”

• • •

Viviana was on sensory overload. There was much too much for her to choose from. Between the knee high dresses to the shorter, tighter ones, to even the lingerie that could be worn underneath them, and then the fifteen garment bags that only held the most expensive fur coats she’d ever laid eyes on, she was so lost.

The very least she had managed to do was to narrow the color scheme down to black. It seemed that was Anton’s favorite color when it came to dressy clothing, considering nearly all of the dresses were exactly that shade.