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“Just down here,” I say to Wyatt and Anthony. I power walk across the street as the lights change.
“Where are we going?” Wyatt asks. I’m on my lunchbreak and I’m on a mission.
“Victoria’s Secret,” I say casually, as if I say that to them every day.
Wyatt frowns at Anthony but quickly recovers.
I march down the street and they try to keep up with me. I know this looks suspicious. I’m going to buy lingerie on my lunchbreak, making it seem like I have a date.
Well, too bad, because I do.
I walk inside the store and the two men come in and look around to check the surroundings.
“You can wait outside for me, if you like.” I smile awkwardly. I don’t want them to see what I buy.
“Okay, sure thing.” They head off outside and wait near the front doors for me.
I exhale heavily as I look around. Right, what do I want?
Something sexy.
There are rows upon rows of skimpy satin and silk bras, as well as panties. I take a black bra and thong set and keep walking. I keep going until I get to the corsets. I grab an ice-pink lace-up corset and matching thong. I keep walking until I get to the nightdresses, and I smile. This is more me.
I spot a cream babydoll nightdress that is completely see through with a fuchsia-coloured satin ribbon weaved through the lace under the bodice. A delicate flower pattern is entwined into the lace. It’s beautiful. The lace bottoms are the same fuchsia colour with pretty cream bows.
This is it. I grab my size and head to the counter. I look at my watch and realise I’ve been here for all of twelve minutes.
Don’t mess with me when I’m trying to be sexy. I’m a woman on a mission.
* * *
I walk through the foyer of the Four Seasons with Wyatt carrying the biggest bunch of flowers in history—vase and all.
“Where did you get these?” Anthony asks.
I fake a smile. “A secret admirer from work. Someone on level four, apparently.”
Wyatt frowns from behind the flowers. “Who?”
“I’m not sure, but I’m hoping it’s the guy from accounts.”
Anthony smirks and I smile cheekily. I’m going to throw them off the Spencer scent.
We get into the lift, and I have to concentrate on keeping a straight face. Every day it’s the same routine. We come back here, they check my apartment and check the fire stair doors are still locked from the outside, and then after they are satisfied that it is safe, I’m left alone.
We arrive at my floor and Anthony walks inside first as Wyatt and I stay outside. Then Wyatt goes in while I wait for them to give me the all clear.
I listen to them walking through the apartment. It’s never really occurred to me before now how bizarre this actually is.
“You can come in!” Wyatt calls. I walk in to find my roses have been carefully placed in the centre of the dining table.
“Thank you.” I walk in and throw my handbag on the foyer table. I kick off my shoes, turn the television on, and I walk through to the kitchen to boil the kettle.
I listen as Anthony walks around upstairs and Wyatt does his balcony checks. Eventually, they both come down to the kitchen to find me.
“Are you going out again tonight?” Anthony asks.
