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Barren. Erik had called her barren.
I look into her downcast gaze and raise her head with a finger to her chin, my eyes steady.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Charlotte. I’d rather you get yourself tested, for your own peace of mind.”
From the look in her eyes, I realize she hadn’t thought of that. And I wonder how controlling Erik had been that he was convinced that she was barren.
“He saw the reports—”
“He could have lied.” She shudders at that, and I grin. “I guess we should worry about protection then.” She wraps her arms around me, burying her face in my chest.
“Thank you.”
I raise a brow.
“What for?”
“I didn’t know sex could be like that.” Her murmured response makes me jolt.
I pull away and study her red face, and I suddenly have a feeling that Erik might have been one selfish lover.
Well, his loss is my gain.
I wrap my hand in her hair, and purr, “Charlotte, you’ve been doing sex all wrong. Let me teach you how it’s really done.”
12
Charlotte
I stare at the price tag and my heart sinks.
Looking at the way Philip was watching me, sitting on the couch, his legs crossed, his eyes raking over my form, I let out a sigh.
There is no way he is letting me get away with just one skirt.
“Try the blue one,” he suggests with a smirk, making me realize I have been staring at him.
“I don’t like the blue one,” I find myself saying. “Isn’t this enough though?” He narrows his eyes.
“You’ve just gotten one skirt and a blouse. How is it possible that you’re friends with Agatha?”
I frown at the blue skirt.
“She’s got better taste than me.” And more money, I add silently.
“I’ve seen her taste,” Philip sneers, “It’s red, black, white.”
He gets up and strides over to me. I watch him in the mirror as he comes to stand beside me. “I prefer your taste.”
“You don’t even know my taste,” I counter, blushing when his hands settle on my waist. The same hands that had just made me scream his name over an hour ago, when we returned to his apartment to change.
He kisses my neck.
“You like light hues. You prefer yellow over blue. Red over pink.” He kisses me again, a slow kiss that has my insides demanding to be filled again, and his lips curve upwards. “I know your taste. Now hurry up, or we’ll be here tomorrow as well.”
The man stuns me with all this knowledge he has of me, things that I was not aware he knew about me. My heart caves a little bit.
When we leave the shop, my stomach is growling, and Philip laughs.
