Max pulls his dress shirt from the bag and hands it to me. “Put this on over the T-shirt. No one gets to see what’s mine.”
“So possessive,” I mumble as I shrug the fabric on and tie it at my middle.
“Yeah, and you better remember that. Unless you want me killing a random man because he was staring at your breasts, you’ll keep your body covered.”
I shake my head at my crazy man, then follow him out of the bedroom. “I also need more toiletries. And some makeup. And a hairdryer would be awesome.”
“Anything you want, baby,” he murmurs, not really listening to me as he locks the door behind us.
“In that case, I also want a TV in the cabin.”
“Okay.”
I pause to ask, “Are you listening to me?”
His eyes flick to me as he opens the SUV’s door. “Yes. You want toiletries, makeup, a hairdryer, and a TV.”
“Oh. Okay.” I blow him a kiss before I climb into the vehicle.
Luckily, the trip to the nearest town isn’t long because I’m tired of the SUV after all the driving we did earlier.
“Whenever you need a break from driving, I can take over,” I offer again
Max just shakes his head.
“Is there a reason for your control issues?”
His eyes flick to be before returning to the road ahead. “No, it’s just the way I am.”
I nod and glance at the beautiful nature on the side of the road. “By the way, you didn’t wait for my permission before you broke free from the zip-ties.”
He lets out a chuckle. “There was no way I was waiting for your permission.”
Just two weeks of being in a relationship with him, and he’s built up my self-esteem so much that I wonder why I ever thought I wasn’t good enough for him.
Entering the town, Max finds a parking spot, then orders, “Stay by my side at all times.”
“You don’t have to keep telling me. I know the drill.”
We climb out of the SUV, and I hold my hand out for him to take. We link our fingers, and like a normal couple, we head down the sidewalk in search of a store where I can get something decent to wear.
The first store we come across has mostly casual clothes, and I manage to find two pairs of jeans and four blouses.
I also grab a pair of high heels, but when I want to pay, Max says, “Put your credit card away.”
Not wanting to discuss it in front of the store assistant, I allow him to settle the bill, but the moment we leave the store, I ask, “Why did you pay?”
His tone is serious as he explains, “Because they can track you via your bank accounts.” His features soften a little, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders. “And because I want to.”
With a happy smile on my face, I press closer to his side. “You’re too perfect. It’s actually a little scary.”
“Why’s it scary?”
I glance up at his face. “Because no one’s perfect. I’m waiting for the bomb to drop.”
“Me being an assassin wasn’t a big enough bomb?”
“Crap, I forgot about that,” I chuckle. “Now I feel better.”