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He leans close, breathing into my ear. “Take your time. I want you to choose your favorite thing. And don’t dare ask about the cost. They already know not to tell you.”
I half turn to look up at the wicked curve of his smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing and I’m certain he’s taking great satisfaction in the way my excitement practically radiates from every pore.
We make our way around the shop, gazing down into beautiful glass cases where elegant rings and pendants sit on tiny plump white pillows.
A dazzling ring catches my eye. A round solitaire diamond set on a thin gold band sparkles brilliantly in the warm lighting of the store. It’s beautiful. But I don’t want to ask for a ring. That feels wrong.
Not that I’m asking for anything other than a pretty piece of jewelry. Not that Erserro would think...
I drag my eyes away from the beautiful jewel and across to the next case, but nothing grabs me the way it did.
Erserro’s hand slides down my side, subtly commanding my attention as he directs me to the next case. Inside is the most decadent necklace I’ve ever seen. It’s chunky, with solid square diamonds dotted along a thick chain, dropping into a diamond pendant so big it’s almost obscene.
Almost. Not quite though.
My mouth falls open. “Oh... wow.”
“It would suit you.”
The shop attendant, who has been hovering in the distance, picks this moment to approach. “Would madame like to try it on?”
My mouth is suddenly dry. Isn’t that silly? Only I don’t think I’m quite prepared for the chance I might own something this beautiful.
I nod. “I would.”
The shop assistant unlocks the case and Erserro takes the chain and pendant from him. Making a little spinning motion with his finger, he tells me to turn. Gathering my long hair up from my neck, I turn my back to him. I shiver again when his fingers graze my skin as he fits the necklace around my neck.
It feels heavy on my chest and cool at first, rapidly warming to the temperature of my body. It reminds me of him. Of theway his skin is cool to touch at first, but the longer we touch, the warmer he becomes. His hands slide over my chest, ostensibly to adjust the necklace, but he uses the opportunity to slip his fingertips lower down my neckline than necessary.
Beneath my top and bra, my nipples harden into peaks.
He chuckles. “Irresistible.”
I don’t know if he’s talking about me or the necklace, or both.
When the shop attendant holds up a mirror, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of our reflection. The pendant is striking. It sits snugly at the place my cleavage begins and draws the eye to my full breasts. Erserro is right, it suits me. I think it might overwhelm someone with a smaller bust, but since I’m full-figured, I don’t have that problem.
What captivates me most, though, is the vision of him standing behind me, hands still draped over my shoulders possessively. I long desperately to know what his expression is behind those dark glasses. I’m guessing it’s good from his smile and the way he hasn’t let go of me. But I want to see for myself.
“She’ll take it.”
The attendant nods and turns to fetch a box.
I blink at him. Just like that. He didn’t even ask the price.
“Would you like to keep looking, or are you satisfied, flower?”
I shake my head. “Oh, I think if you buy me anything else I might never live up to your expectations.”
“Nonsense. You’ve already exceeded them.”
I find that hard to believe. How old is he anyway? He must have had some amazing experiences. The attendant returns and hands me a bag across the counter, the quite considerable weight of the box inside.
Erserro leads me back to his waiting car. The driver pulls away from the curb and he slides his arm around my shoulders. “Did you do what I asked?”
I frown, trying to recall. Is he talking about bringing Missy with me to his mansion? I didn’t think he had asked me, only that he’d offered. We never resolved I would definitely do it. I’m not certain how she’d take it. She doesn’t like new places. It confuses her when she doesn’t know where all the furniture is and she bumps into things.
“I’m sorry. What did you ask me for?”
