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“I didn’t see anything I had to have.” Except for those boots and there’s no way I would ever let him buy them for me. “Adira did though.”
“I’m sure he did,” Rogue says. His chest is against my back and the nearness is making me hypersensitive. “And I think you did too. I think you know exactly what you want.”
“Are we still talking about shoes?” God, I’m a wreck. This isn’t me. Not the me I remember anyway. That girl couldn’t talk to a man, let alone have sex with one. But Rogue Maddox must do something to my chemistry because I am a live wire. One spark is all it would take.
“We’re talking about those boots that would look so sexy on you,” he says. “You can’t tell me that you’re not lusting over them. I saw the way you looked at them.”
“And how was that?”
“The same way I look at you.”
I glance over my shoulder and get caught in his gaze. It’s been quietly smoldering all day. Wanting, making me want. Adira was right. It’s combustible.
“I’m all done here,” Adira says, his hands full of shopping bags. He must have bought half a dozen shoes and Rogue didn’t blink an eye. “What’s next? Lingerie?”
My whole body is on fire as we walk out of the shoe store. I pray Rogue didn’t overhear him.
Our bodyguard walks ahead a few paces, checking our surrounds as we go.
“Oops. I accidentally left your card with the clerk,” Adira tells Rogue.
“Hang on. I’ll be right back.” Rogue races back into the store.
A couple of people pass by while we wait. They look me up and down from the far side of our bodyguard before one turns to her companion. “Is that her? Is that Ivy Love?”
“Poor girl,” the other says. “Did you see the video? He’s such an asshole.”
“And her brother is a total creep.”
“Hey.” Adira wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to those bitches. They only know what the media tells them.”
“At least they know something,” I say. “What video are they talking about?”
Rogue clears his throat behind me.
It makes me jump since I thought he was still in the store.
“We should go,” he says.
“To buy a phone?” I feel so cut off without one. And now there’s a video. Normally I don’t put stock in social media, but if it’s a video of Rogue kissing another girl I need to see it. It’s the closest I might ever get to my memories of what happened.
His jaw bulges as he takes my hand. “We’ll stop there last since getting a new phone takes forever. I have a store I want to take you to first.”
Apparently the heat between Rogue and I can become exponentially hotter in a lingerie store. He must have heard Adira’s teasing suggestion because we’re now browsing beautiful pieces of expensive fluff and silk and lace. I pick out panties and matching camisoles. Stretchy light-weight selections that don’t bind around my ribs and that I won’t struggle to get on.
Adira checks out some more adventurous pieces. Harnesses made from leather. Studded collars. Suede floggers that feel deliciously soft on my fingertips. But that’s not what I’m after. It’s not what I need.
“What you need right now is a battery-operated-boyfriend.” Adira points out a display case full of vibrators. “A little something for the not so little issue that man is causing you. Quick, while he’s not looking.”
He wanders off to check out something with feathers. Rogue is busy holding up a wall and staring at his phone instead of me for the first time since we entered the store. The bodyguard has blended almost seamlessly into the store display. I’m pretty sure the mannequin in the plum corset is hitting on him. I put my head down and aim for the display as discreetly as possible.
There are several options; I pick one that’s curved and pink and has a bunny on it. Adding the box to the lingerie I’m carrying, I pretend I’m not trying to buy a vibrator in front of my husband. Who I can’t remember having sex with, but find myself desperately wanting after only a day in his vicinity. I dump the pile on the counter in front of the salesclerk.
“Can you ring this up please.” I glance over my shoulder to make sure said husband hasn’t moved from his spot…and my nose bumps into his chest.
“It’s on my card.” He hands over his Amex, and then to my absolute horror picks up the box with the picture of the vibrator on it while the woman rings up my items.
My whole body must be beetroot with how badly I want to disappear into the floor. Sure, we’re obviously attracted to each other. We were a couple. We’re married. But this feels intimate. And my God, I’ve only known the man for twenty-four hours. Is it slutty to want to bang your husband like a couple of pot lids when you don’t remember dating him?
