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I only took a break to put on this gorgeous gown. It’s the first time Sullivan’s seeing it. I mean, his first time seeingmein it.
The effect is highly satisfying.
He grins and shakes his head, color rising up his neck. “Damnit, Theo. How am I supposed to talk to you in that dress?”
It’s dark blue and sparkly. Mostly dark blue, just bits of sparkle that glint when I move. But the dress’s real power is howgood it makes my ass look. It helps every place it touches, but there…it’s doing something special.
“You bought it,” I say like an accusation.
“Well…I was right.”
It’s the pause he drags out that makes me laugh, and the look on his face, gleeful surprise. With just the slightest edge of worry, like his creation almost got away from him. Like it still might.
Sullivan makes me laugh. He reallymakesme—like Merrick said, there’s no choice about it.
I’m genuinely terrified that this whole Angus thing is about to blow up in my face, but a laugh is an atom bomb that kills everything else, for a while at least. I don’t feel that stressed.
The way Sullivan’s looking at me, what I actually feel is pretty sexy. Which is not a state I often attain.
It’s fun. It makes everything feel like a game.
Sullivan plays this game constantly, it’s the zone where he lives.
I know the dress is hot because I can see how it revs him up, gasoline in his veins. He can’t stop grinning. “How am I supposed to work tonight?”
“I thought you considered problems like this…”
“I thought I did, too. But now…I’ve actually seen you. Who said you could look this sexy? I said dress up nice, not give a hundred people a heart attack. There’ll be bodies falling all around…”
“Stop it.” I smack his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”
“I’m not.” He grabs my hand and makes me look at him. “I’ve never been more serious. You look stunning. I’m stunned.”
My smile sneaks out. “Be a little less surprised.”
“I can’t. You continually surprise me.”
Something hot and fierce leaps in my chest. The strength of it startles me.
It’s the way he’s looking at me, delighted and even…interested.
Sullivan teases me for showing so much of what I feel, but so does he, when we’re alone. Then, what he wants is written all over his face.
Or at least, that’s how it seems.
I’m aware of the more chilling possibility…
Sullivan is just incredible at pretending.
Which is it?
The way he’s looking at me right now feels real.
What went down in my bed the other night was the realest damn thing that ever happened to me.
But that’s what scares me…
What if it only feels that way to me?
