The phone chimes in my hand. This time, it’s a thumbs-up emoji from Amity, so I put the phone back in her bag and wait for Legs to step out.
When she opens the door, I suck in a sharp breath. I’ve seen Legs in millions of different outfits and naked more times than that. I know every inch of her body inside and out, but fucking hell, I’ve never seen her look like this.
“You look beautiful, Legs.”
A blush steals over her cheeks as she turns to check herself out in the mirror. “You think? It’s not my usual style.”
“It should be. You’d rock the shit out of it.”
“Oh, that looks lovely, and I have the perfect things here to complete the look,” the assistant says with a smile. She holds out a cropped leather jacket for Legs to slip on and a little headscarf that matches the dress. After asking permission to touch her, she helps tie the scarf before stepping back. “Add some chunky boots and sunglasses, and you got the perfect Rockabilly style.”
Legs grins. “I love it.”
“Yeah? Let me grab a few more things, and we’ll put together a capsule wardrobe for you so you can mix and match.”
“That would be perfect. Thank you so much.”
“Oh, it’s my pleasure.” She heads off as I stand up and walk over to Legs, watching her as she scrutinizes her reflection.
I wrap my arms around her and cup her stomach gently with both hands. “It’s impossible to keep my hands off you when you look like this. It’s as if you stepped right out of my fantasy.”
“So biker chick isn’t your type?” she teases.
“My type is you, period.”
She shuts up at that, but her eyes never leave mine as she searches for the truth in my words. We stay like that until the assistant comes back with an armful of clothes.
“Sorry to get in the way, but these are heavy,” she apologizes.
“It’s fine.” I kiss Legs on the temple. “I’m going to step outside and call Havoc to see if they’ve had any ideas about your situation.” I keep my words vague. She’ll understand me, regardless.
“Okay.”
I look at the assistant. “She’ll try and be frugal. Ignore her. I’ll pay for everything you think suits her and anything else she might need.”
“You got it.” She grins as Legs tries to protest.
“Let me spoil you a little. You deserve this.”
She sighs but gives in as I turn and leave. I wait for her to lock herself back in her cubical before slipping her phone from her bag and taking it outside with me. I add her boss’s contact information to my phone before scrolling through the messages between them. I’m invading Legs’s privacy here, but I know fuck-all about this woman. Considering she’s become a huge part of Legs’s life, I feel like I should. I scowl at the messages because she clearly has no love for me, though I try to remainobjective. Legs deserves to have someone in her corner, even if it’s at my expense.
I slide her phone into my pocket, pull up Havoc’s number on my phone, and hit dial.
“Tell me you’ve not been arrested again.”
“I wasn’t arrested the first time. I was taken in for questioning.”
A woman scoots past me with an uncomfortable look, making me snort.
“What can I do for you then? Looking for someone new to stalk?”
“Oh, he’s got jokes, but what’s the saying? Motherfuckers who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Wasn’t that long ago you kidnapped Tink, if my memory is correct.”
“I didn’t kidnap her, I borrowed her.”
“And I didn’t stalk Legs, I watched over her.”
He doesn’t argue with me. We’re both full of shit, and we know it.
