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I stop dead in my tracks. “If?”
“It would only be fair for you to try something on as well?”
“Like what?” Her tone alone should give me pause—nothing good ever followed when Evelyn King simpered so sweetly.
“Like…” She hums, pretending to mull it over, though I suspect she knows damn well what she wants to say. “Do you still have those panties of mine you admired so much?”
I grit my teeth. Said knickers are upstairs, in a drawer, kept merely for the hell of it. “And if I do?”
“Try those on, and I’ll try on mine.”
Bloody hell. My jaw clenches. My cock twitches. The words spill out before I can even process them. “You have yourself a deal.”
She gasps as I cross over the threshold of the kitchen. “W-What?”
I head for the stairs, fighting for the control needed not to mount every fucking step before she can get a word in edgewise. “You’ve set down the terms of your wager, and I’ve accepted.” I glance over my shoulder to find her scurrying in my wake. “Unless you want to forfeit?”
She falters a step, but the next second, her chin is in the air, her eyes honed and sharp. “Shall you change first?”
I mount the stairs in earnest. “We change together. Aren’t you forgetting something?” I glance back and nod toward the kitchen. “Your ensemble, Madame.”
Her eyes widen. “You can’t be serious…”
“Very. Unless you made a wager that you had no intention of following through on. If that’s the case, I suggest you rethink your business practices—”
“Fine.” She turns on her heel, her chin still high in the air while she marches toward the kitchen. Seconds later, her voice drifts back to me, markedly softer. “I’m changing in here.”
In the kitchen. The same kitchen where I bent her over the counter and sampled more of the damn breakfast she liked to push on me so much. “Fine.” The word sounds too guttural, my voice too thick. It feels like a race to enter the damn bedroom and find that pair of lace panties, tucked in the back of a drawer.
In theory, the idea of trying them on merely to see Evelyn King strip is laughable. But my fingers curl around the damn things before I can even begin to change my mind.
Lately, I seem to be in a joking mood.
And I intend to have the last laugh.
CHAPTER28
evie
It’s freezing in this optimally-ventilated penthouse. That is why my nipples stiffen, grazing uncomfortably against a thin layer of lace and silk. Said reaction has nothing at all to do with the man upstairs, who may or may not have been attempting to squeeze a part of his body into a pair ofmyunderwear. On a dare, of course, and not because he actually wanted to see me nearly naked in racy lingerie that damn badly.
I tell myself that, over and over, as I fold my dress and tuck it carefully into a shopping bag. I sigh as my gaze takes in the rest of my purchases, and I bite my lip to ignore the nagging sense of guilt. There’s about three cars’ worth of clothing here. The money spent could have been used to feed a small village. Or perhaps to buy the man upstairs a brand-new personality.
What a damn waste. Rather than beat myself up over it, I swallow my pride and march into the foyer. The fact that I’m wearing two car payments sinks in once I catch sight of myself in one of the floor-to-ceiling windows near the staircase. How a panel of lace can cost so damn much—considering just how little it actually covers—I will never understand.
“Evelyn.”
My breath catches at his tone as it reaches me from the upper level. He doesn’t sound angry or disgruntled. Merely impatient. Impatient to see me? Impatient to remove whatever undergarments he’s chosen to wear?
My heart picks up speed. A tingle begins in my stomach and spreads, setting every nerve on fire. Purely out of spite, I take my time, mounting each step with a second’s pause in between. I know he can hear me. Maybe that makes it better. Maybe it makes it worse.
“How do I know if you’ve kept your end of the deal?” I call up to him. For all I knew, he could be waiting there fully dressed, merely to gawk and gloat over the fact that he could trick me so easily.
“After three years, I would think that by now, you are well aware of the fact that I never back down from a challenge.”
Even I could admit there was some truth to that.
“Fine.” I mount another step. Another. I can make out the shadow of his doorway now. Judging from how low his voice sounds, I suspect he’s just a few paces inside… near the bed.
