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I watch the stylists scurry out of the room like their asses are on fire. I almost roll my eyes at Lev’s effect on them. Within seconds, we are alone in my room.
“It’s not 8:00 pm yet,” I tell him and almost applaud myself at how relaxed I sound. In reality, my insides are churning.
Lev doesn’t say anything as he strides toward me, then stops. His cologne clouds my senses; a heady blend of something citrusy and his own earthy scent that makes it difficult to remain in control. To make matters worse, he is giving me a look that threatens to melt me. It’s a look I’m growing all too familiar with. A look that holds hunger and passionate promises. I swallow as I manage to plant my feet on the ground.
Yet still, I take a sharp breath when Lev raises his right hand and caresses my cheek with his thumb.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. I don’t know what to say in response. Instead, I fight the urge to sway against him.
“I’m not ready yet,” I force out. My voice sounds weak to my ears, but I manage to put up a bold font.
“I know. I just came to see my beautiful queen,” he says. My heart starts racing as he calls me his queen, but I’m quick enough to remind myself of the reality.
He said it himself.
I’m merely a woman he will discard once he tired of me.
Lev’s fingers trace the edge of my lips. I inhale sharply as I begin to lose myself to his control once more.
“It is taking everything in me not to cancel the party and have you all to myself tonight,” he says, and I freeze.
He must see how tense I become because he suddenly drops his fingers from my face and steps back. His eyes return to being guarded, and I shift under their scrutiny.
I frown when Lev dips his hand in his pocket and brings out a flat, rectangular red box. I give him a questioning look but he ignores it. Instead, he opens the box and brings out the most beautiful diamond necklace I’ve ever seen. Simple yet classy. I don’t even want to imagine how much it costs.
“I’ve been waiting to see how this will look on you,” he says. “I want you to wear it.” He fixes me with a pointed look before I can protest.
I stand there breathlessly as he walks behind me. I frown when he remains there doing nothing for a moment. I can feel his heated gaze on my bare skin, and I’m about to turn my head when he brings the necklace around my neck. The metal is cold as it settles around my throat. It seems to take forever before Lev returns to my front.
“Perfect,” he whispers. He has a distant look, like he is thinking of something. Suddenly, he shakes his head. For a moment, I almost want to ask what’s bothering him.
“We should get going,” he says.
“I still need to put my shoes on,” I mumble, wondering why I concern myself with Lev’s emotions.As if he had any emotions.I know I shouldn’t care about him, yet here I am thinking about what’s on his mind.
I bend to reach for the heels, scowling as I realize the straps that go around my ankles would be easier to buckle if I had some assistance.
Lev’s hand on my arm almost has me leaping in surprise.
“Sit,” he says, and I give him a puzzled look.
“Why?” I ask him, and he releases a groan.
“Will you do what you are told for once without questions?” he growls.
I swallow. Knowing he has a point, I retake my seat in front of the dresser, then go stiff as Lev sinks to one knee in front of me. I stare down at his dark hair as he takes my foot into his hand. Tiny jolts of electricity shoot up from the contact into a place that has my thighs clenching together.
His fingers are firm, yet gentle as he guides my foot into the dainty shoe and then fastens the buckle around my ankle. By the time he reaches for my other foot, I’m trying to find air.
“There,” he says, glancing up at me with a casual ease I only wish I could mirror. “You’re perfect.”
Perfect?
A shuddering mess is what I am!
“Do you have anything else to take?” he asks, and I mindlessly nod. I grab the clutch the stylist had placed on the dresser and stand. Even with the heels, Lev towers above me by several inches. His eyes sweep me from head to toe and something flickers in those inky depths.
“We’ll be late,” he says abruptly. His voice is husky, and I half-wonder if he’s as unsettled as I am.
