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How is the thought of that making my pussy flutter? Am I that desperate to have his hands on me that I'd welcome his pain?
“…but I have something I need to take care of.” He straightens himself up and buttons up his jacket. “I’ll be home in a few hours. We’re going out tonight so make sure you have something appropriate to wear.”
“Is that a good idea after what happened to your brother?” I look up at him, confused. I may not know exactly what happened to Rhett, but I can guarantee it will have been something dangerous. “And should we be seen together? What about Briella and Fab—” Raoul’s finger presses over my lips to silence me.
“Firstly, it's essential that I show my presence around the city at a time like this, rumors will spread about what happened to Rhett and I will not have people think we are weakened by fear. Secondly, I am a single man, who I choose to spend my time with is up to me, and thirdly, do you really think I concern myself with Fabian’s feelings?” he frowns.
“But, what if—” Raoul pushes his finger tighter against my lip when I try to argue.
“There is no threat,” he assures me, trailing his fingertip over my bottom lip and tempting me to bite at it.
“Is the person who hurt Rhett…” I struggle to say the words out loud, I may know what Raoul and his family do but that doesn’t mean I like to think about it.
“The situation is being dealt with. I am safe, and you are safe with me. Relax. Enjoy your breakfast and have fun with Claude.” He presses a kiss on top of my head before heading out and passing Wendy on his way through the door.
She carries a plate heaped with pancakes, and after placing them in front of me, she starts to clear away Raoul’s breakfast.
“Is he always so bossy?” I ask, delving into the light and fluffy pancakes.
They really are delicious.
“Always,” she chuckles. “But not usually as cheery.” She winks, before disappearing back toward the kitchen.
Claude arrives like a cyclone, and right on schedule. He’s dressed casually, in skinny ripped jeans and an oversized tie-dye rainbow T-shirt. His platinum hair, dark brown skin, and perfect bone structure would make him a dream to photograph.
“Well, you must be Miss Evelyn.” He holds out his arms like he’s announcing me rather than greeting me.
“Yes,” I respond, not sure whether I should shake his hand or air kiss his cheeks.
“Mmm, who does your lips, girl?” He studies my face with eyes so blue that I decide he has to be wearing contacts.
“No one.” I shake my head, letting out an embarrassed laugh.
“You mean those are natural? No wonder you got Mr. Dark and Dangerous wanting to blow his cash all over you. Now, where’s Ludo? It’s been a while since I laid my eyes on that sultry hard ass.”
“Claude.” Ludo appears from Raoul's office right on cue, nodding a professional greeting at him.
“Hey Daddy.” Claude licks his lips at him and Ludo offers nothing but an impatient sigh in return.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend you’ve not missed me,” Claude says to him, grabbing hold of my hand.
“Raoul sent Rhett's driver to pick me up, and there’s always champagne in the back of that ride, it’s time to get you a new wardrobe.” He tugs me toward the door.
“Just a few essentials, nothing crazy,” I tell him, already seeing this becoming a disaster. I don’t take handouts. I may not have a lot of it, but I make my own money.
“Are you kidding me?” Claude throws his head back and chuckles. “I’ve had strict instructions to make sure you take full advantage of my expertise, and I’m not gonna be the one to piss off the boss. Do you want to be the reason that this pretty face gets all bent out of shape by Ludo?” He widens his eyes at me.
“No, I don’t,” I humor him.
“Well then, jump on in, Miss Thing, let's pop a bottle of overpriced champagne and go shopping.”
***
It’s late in the afternoon when we get home, and I’m exhausted. I've never been a great fan of retail therapy, but shopping with Claude was a whole different experience. I have no idea how much of Raoul’s money we spent, Claude was in full control of the card and cashiers, but as I look across the living room and watch Ludo come in with the last of the bags, I feel a stab of guilt. Clearly, Claude’s infectious personality and half a bottle of whatever we drank in Rhett’s car made me forget my morals.
“It has to be the golden one tonight. Your skin tone is perfect for it.” Claude slides his fingers around the rim of the bowler hat he treated himself to.
“I don’t even know where we’re going,” I point out, checking the time on my phone.
