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“I don’t buy it. You’re just saying that to get me to leave.”
I bare my teeth at him. “Well, nobody can accuse you of not being able to read the room. Go put that box in the van outside.”
And just like that, the mood dissipated.
I feel the press of his lips on the top of my head, a silent apology, and he leaves to obey my orders.
However, I had forgotten that the box was not sealed.
As soon as he lifts the cardboard box, the bottom gives way and spills out small articles of clothing.
Ian curses and kneels to pick up the clothes. “What the fuck is this?”
He is holding up a black see-through teddy and a crotchless panty.
I give him a sweet smile. “I’m sure you’ve seen lingerie before, Ian.”
He stills and then eyes the panty, and his voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Why is this torn?”
I can’t help but widen my eyes at him, innocently. “For easier access.”
He can’t drop the scraps of cloth quickly enough.
Staring down at the huge heap, he asks roughly, “Why are there so many of them?”
I turn around and maintain eye contact with him, my voice husky as I say, “I like to wear them when I go to bed.”
This time, I don’t miss the flash of lust in his eyes. “Every night?”
I smile at him. “Put them in the box, Ian.”
As I turn back to my task, I stare down at the tape in my hand.
So many years together, and not once has Ian given me that look: like he wants to devour me.
Am I missing something?
Have I been misreading his behavior all these years?
“What is this?”
His voice breaks into my thoughts and I glance over to see him dangling a pair of metal cuffs from his finger. His cheeks are slightly flushed.
“I didn’t know you were into—”
“I’m not,” I say abruptly. “Those aren’t mine.”
Ian raises a brow. “They have your name engraved on them.”
I climb to my feet and make my way over to him, snatching the cuffs from his hand. “Let me see that.”
I stare at the shiny engraving of my name on them.
“See. Your name’s there.”
My head tilts, a frown drawing down my lips. “I’m telling you these aren’t mine.”
Ian studies me. “Then how’d they get in the box?”
