Page 89 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

They… didn’t feel quite normal.

I grabbed another pair from the drawer and checked the brand.

“When did you replace my underwear?” I asked him.

“When I moved you in.”

My eyebrows shot upward.

I’d been living on coffee and focused on pottery, so it wasn’t hard to believe that I’d missed the change, but still.

“Why?”

“Because yours were shitty, and your ass deserves the best. I ordered you new bras in the same style as yours, too, but the pixie boutique they’re coming from doesn’t work quickly.” He set a box aside and opened the next one.

I blinked.

There was a pause.

I decided against yelling at him. What was the point? He’d just complimented my ass and bought me more comfortable undergarments.

I wasn’t insane enough to be mad about that, even though it was obviously over the line.

“Don’t replace my overalls,” I finally said.

“I know better than that.” Dante finished emptying the last box, then disappeared from the closet again. He was back with more boxes while I was leafing through my overall options, trying to decide which one would work for the breakfast.

“What kind of restaurant are we going to?” I checked.

“A casual one.”

“Thank god.” My relief was impossible to miss.

“I know you well enough not to take you to a five-course breakfast, Ophelia.”

“Apparently.” I grabbed my favorite pair of overalls and stepped into them.

Dante made quick work of putting the rest of his clothes away, then stepped into a pair of boxer briefs and unzipped one of his clothing bags.

I eyed him. “Are you putting on business clothes to take me to breakfast?”

He stopped, his hands on the fabric. “Yes?”

“Is that a question?”

“Is it?” He looked back at me.

“Do you have jeans or something? I’m going to look like a crazy person next to you in paint-stained overalls.”

“I have a pair of sweats.”

“One pair? That’s the only thing you have other than business clothes?”

“Yes.” He sounded reluctant to admit it. "Ordering more wasn't a priority."

“We’ll go shopping after breakfast, then.”

He gave me a look. “If I’m buying myself casual clothes, I’m buying you nice clothes, too. There's at least one boutique in the city that keeps clothing stocked that works with wings.”