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Rena nodded and started folding her clothes and packing it into her bag. I watched her move around as she packed. She was graceful and elegant, even when she wasn’t trying to be. Everything about Rena was beautiful and attractive.
I glanced at my watch. There was still plenty of time before our flight. I started thinking about ways we could spend the time.
My eyes trailed to Rena. I let them slide up and down her body, taking the liberty to stare at her and think dirty thoughts while she was too busy packing to notice. I knew she was going through a lot, but I wasn’t going to push her into anything she couldn’t deal with. It was up to her if we ended up doing anything. But I wanted her again. I wanted her badly.
When Rena was done packing, she turned around and looked at me.
“You’re staring,” she said.
I smiled at her. “Can you blame me?”
She smiled for the first time since we’d returned from the meeting with the PI, and it was beautiful. When Rena smiled, her face lit up.
I stood up and walked toward her.
“You know, we still have a lot of time before we need to make our flight.”
“I packed everything but my traveling clothes,” she said, looking down at what she was wearing.
“Oh, what I have in mind won’t need any clothes.” I grinned wickedly at her. An answering smile spread across Rena’s face, and she looked at me with mischief in her eyes.
She leaned closer to me until she was so close a sigh could press us together. She stood on her toes so that her lips almost brushed against mine. My cock was already hard in my pants, and my mind shorted out, going numb with her seduction. I had been a fool thinking I was fully in charge. When I had given her all the rules in my office, I had been under the illusion that I was in control. I was starting to wonder how often I really was in control of what was going on.
Rena’s eyes slid to my lips, and I wanted her to kiss me. God, the things I would do to her.
“Do you know what I really want to do?” Rena asked.
“What?” I said. My throat was dry, and the sexual tension was so thick around us I could barely breathe.
“Shopping,” Rena whispered and turned around from me. It took me a moment to realize what she’d said.
“Are you kidding me?”
Rena nodded and smiled. This time her expression was sweet and innocent. What a little cocktease.
“Yeah,” she said. “There’s nothing better than retail therapy when I’ve had a rough day.”
I groaned. “Shopping isn’t my favorite.”
Rena shrugged. “You don’t have to come with me.”
But I wasn’t planning on leaving her to shop by herself. I wanted to spend time with her. I couldn’t explain it—I had never wanted to spend time with my conquests before. But there it was. Besides, I didn’t want to pass up the chance of having changeroom sex with her if we could sneak that in. Although, with how she was teasing me and pulling away again, short of me pinning her down and teaching her a lesson, I had a feeling we weren’t going to do it in a changeroom. Or anywhere else.
There was still the flight, though.
“Okay,” I conceded. “We’ll go shopping.”
I walked into my room to collect my wallet. I called the car, and ten minutes later we were on our way into town to shop.
***
Rena wasn’t kidding when she said it was retail therapy. She took shopping seriously, going from one shop to the next, picking the maximum number of items at a time to take in the fitting rooms before she went back for more. When we were finally at the first counter to pay, I took out my wallet.
“What are you doing?” Rena asked.
“Why?”
I blinked at her. Wasn’t this what men did? Didn’t they pay for their woman’s clothes? The thought was like a shock to my system—Rena wasn’t my woman.
“I have my own money, thank you,” she said and handed the cashier her card. I watched in irritation as she paid. I had so much money I didn’t know what to do with it, and I knew exactly what Rena earned every month.
At the second store, we went through the whole process again. Rena chose clothes, tried them on, returned what she didn’t like to the shelves, and paid for what she did like. When I took out my wallet a second time, she glared at me.
