Page 63 of A Shade of Evil


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“You are kidding me.” I stare at the clock illuminated on the bedside stand and groan loudly.

“We had one hour’s sleep. I don’t need a stalker to finish me off. You’ll do that on your own.”

He laughs softly and pulls me back against his chest.

“It was fun ruining you, baby girl. Now I get to do it for the rest of my life.”

I smile against his chest because that’s a promise I hope he keeps knowing I will die happy being ruined by him.

“What’s the plan?” I ask, hoping he tells me to go back to sleep, but he tangles his fingers in my hair and says with a sigh, “We shower, dress, and eat. Then you head to your office and work on my campaign while I work on yours.”

“Mine?”

“Finding the bastard who is doing this.”

It reminds me of what’s at stake and I say fearfully, “I don’t want anything to happen to you.” I groan. “Now I’ve got someone even more reckless to cause me anxiety.”

He laughs as he kisses my head and whispers, “You know me, princess, I can take care of myself. Worry about the bastard who doesn’t see me coming.”

With reluctant acceptance, I do as he says, and we shower together, no time for anything but cleanliness and when we dry off, I’m surprised when he jerks his thumb toward the closet beside his and says, “There’s an outfit in there you can change into for work.”

“Since when?” I ask, my eyes wide, and he grins. “I kind of planned for you staying overnight, remember, and decided to indulge my fantasy a little.”

“Dear God, what will Evangeline say? You’ve dressed me as a whore, haven’t you?”

I’m not sure how many more of his games I can endure, and he laughs out loud.

“No. Quite the opposite, in fact. I like my women corruptible, as I’m sure you’ve discovered. I think you’ll like it.”

I’m like an eager puppy as I leave him standing there and head to the ‘hers’ closet beside his.

There is one outfit hanging up and my eyes sparkle as I lift it down from the rail. It’s a beautiful white dress that hangs just above the knee. The top is cut in a low v, and it cinches around my waist, two splits on either side that show my thighs as I move but rest demurely above my knees when I’m standing. The sheer silk stockings fasten to a garter of silk lace and the soft white leather shoes have a sharp silver stiletto heel resembling a weapon. I will never admit this, but I love it.

The lacey white Basque makes my tits look amazing and holds them in place like a careful lover. The dress clings to my waist and flares at my hips, making me feel sexy and smart both at the same time. There is nothing I don’t love about this outfit. It’s business chic at its finest and as I apply subtle makeup and tie my long hair into a chic bun, I could conquer the world.

I head out into the bedroom and a burst of longing shoots through my entire body. There he is. My bad boy watching my approach with a dark, predatory gaze.

His hair is combed and the dark stubble on his face is sexy and rough. He is wearing his customary black business suit with a black shirt; this time open enough to see his toned body. He looks every inch mafia, and I never realized it has fast become my favorite look.

He watches me with an expression that tells me he likes what he sees. His eyes flash and it’s as if I’m the only person in the world and his attention is focused solely on me. I love it. Some may say it’s intimidating, but I crave his attention. Since I met him, I blossom under his lustful gaze and now our situation has changed I don’t fear this ending. Last night changed our relationship. I should have been scared, resisted him, and told him to fuck off because why does he get to dictate my life? I don’t care though because I only want to be with him anyway, so why fight something that is everything I want?

He nods his approval and says in his sexy, husky voice, “Come here.”

I hate that I melt at the command in his voice. I hate the woman I become around him, but most of all I hate the fact I’m leaving him to go to work.

I can’t get over there quickly enough and as he pulls me into his arms, I shake my head. “You know, if my friend Cessy could see me now, she would be so angry.”

“Why?” He dusts his lips against my ear, and I sigh. “Because I am allowing you to control me.”

“Would that be the same friend who spent the entire weekend tied up on Kyle’s bed?” He says with amusement, and I pull back and stare at him in shock, “Excuse me.”

He laughs softly. “He is quite taken with your wild friend. I’ve never seen him so obsessed and apparently, she feels the same. They are meeting up this weekend to carry on where they left off, so before you question your own choices, perhaps you should ask her about hers.”

“Wow.” I shake my head, wondering what was in the champagne that night at Gyration. Cessy is the strongest woman I’ve met and imagining her being told what to do by any man is a plot twist I definitely never saw coming.

Shade leans in and kisses me slowly, lighting the desire inside me almost on contact and so I pull away and say rather crossly, “No.”

“No?”

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