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My mood soured by those thoughts, I quickly wipe down and snatch my torn pants from the floor.
By the time Gavin appears back in the kitchen, freshly showered and changed into a dark gray suit, I’m back in the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he asks, hovering over me.
“Sewing my jeans back together,” I reply a bit snappish.
“Where did you get needle and thread.”
“You have some. It’s what I use to sew your buttons back on.”
“You do that? I thought?—”
“It wouldn’t make sense to send your pants out for a missing button, Mr. Alexander.”
He stares at me forever as I push the needle through the thick jean material. “Why are you sewing them? Just toss them out.”
I give him a sarcastic laugh. “Because, sir, most of us can’t afford to just throw our clothes out. This was my favorite pair. And one of only three I brought.”
“Why did you only bring three?” The way he’s asking me, so patiently and with actual interest, annoys me.
“Because it’s all I have.” I hear the whine in my voice and it irks me. With a sigh, I drop the pants onto my lap and look at him. “I’m sorry.”
He tilts his head as he studies me. Then, he reaches out and touches me between my brows, smoothing the spot with his fingertip until I relax.
“I won’t apologize for tearing your pants, Andie. I liked it too much to regret. It felt too good.”
Heat instantly fills my belly. “Why do you have to say things like that?”
“Because they’re true.”
Against my will, my smile returns. Damn it, I wanted to hold on to that bitterness a bit longer. “Was it really your fantasy to tie me up like that?”
“It’s all been my fantasy. The stool, the club, your ponytail.” He reaches up and tugs at my messy hair. “You can’t repair them. Give me your pants.”
I nod because he’s right, and hand them to him.
He looks down at the two halves barely held together by a thread and smiles as if he’s remembering the sound of them tearing.
Then he walks around the counter, slides out the garbage can cabinet, and tosses them in. “I’ll see you later.” With that, he leaves.
Three hours later, I’m sitting in the middle of the living room surrounded by boxes filled with every color, every brand of jeans I could never afford. Fifty of them all in my size!
But instead of rushing to try every single one on, all I can do is stare at the handwritten note that arrived with them.
Don’t get too attached. I really liked tearing your jeans off you. And I plan to do it at least fifty more times.
12
GAVIN
I wake up, surprised to find Andie gone from bed and showering, especially because we were at the club until midnight. This time, I made sure to fuck her before we left to take the edge off. I’ll be damned if I let her become a part of anyone else’s fantasies again. Double damned if I let them become a part of hers. When I fuck her, I want to be the only one she sees.
Though I almost caved to my dick several times. I barely made it as late as we did. All I could think about was bringing her up, having her change out of the long black gown and into one of the new jeans I got for her.
A smile tugs at my lips as I think about the pair of Guccis lying in tatters on the office floor.
Fuck. I roll onto my back and fist my swelling cock. I’m not trying to jack myself off, just teasing. Getting ready for Andie. With me already naked and hard, all I need is her.
