By the time I’m wriggling into the third outfit, he seems resigned to my lengthy tease, shirt tugged out to hide his arousal, content to sit on a nearby chair and provide zipping up services as required.
As the pile of dresses in the yes column grow larger, his expression becomes more dazed. When I finally reach the end of his selections, he pulls me across his lap, growling into my ear.
“That was fun,” I tell him brightly, meaning every word as we escape the store, him once again bowing under the weight of the packages. “And look.” I point to the nearby clock. “We’re just in time to collect Finley from her appointment.”
Even with him hot and bothered, Trent doesn’t protest as we detour back to the salon and I go into raptures over the startling streaks of pink and yellow now adorning Finley’s hair, matching to the gel coats of her nails.
“This has been the best day,” I tell him as Finley mugs him for the car keys again and we settle into the backseat, surrounded by all the bags that couldn’t fit in the trunk.
He brushes my hair from my face, cupping my swollen cheek gently as his thumb traces the edge of my lips.
“The day’s not over yet,” he whispers, eyes melting me with their unbridled desire. “I have a few more treats in store for you tonight.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
TRENT
“Don’t drop me,”Rosa begs later that evening, clinging around my neck like she’s holding on for dear life when the worst that could happen is a brief fall onto the soft carpet. “I could walk myself, you know. I’ve got legs.”
“Lovely, lovely legs,” I agree, using my shoulder to knock open my bedroom door, then kicking it closed behind me while I walk over to lay her on the bed.
After our expedition today, I have a tangle of lust and desire built up within me. The long looks she gave me as we relaxed in the entertainment room and ate dinner across the table have done nothing to dispel the teasing anticipation she lit within me while shopping. A tease I’m only too willing to bring to fruition tonight.
“Legs you don’t need to use when you’ve got a personal carrier at your beck and call.”
“I thought I should sleep with Finley again. She gets lonely in new places, especially if she wakes up during the night.”
“She’s eighteen going on thirty. I’m sure she’ll manage.”
I open my bedside drawers and pull out something I brought in from the garage earlier, hidden away before she saw. The fabric fasteners are built for securing things to the back of trailers or car roofs, but I figure they’ll work just as well to restrain Rosa in my bed.
But she appears nervous enough that I close the drawer again. Her legs are tucked up to her chin, her arms wrapped tightly around them.
“Come here,” I order her, pulling her into my arms and cuddling her close until she relaxes. “This isn’t where I thought we’d be at the start of the weekend.”
She gives a soft laugh, nodding. “Yesterday was, without doubt, the worst day of work I’ve ever had.”
“At least it’s the last day.”
She spins around in my arms to face me, running her thumb along my lower lip while she frowns. “How d’you mean?”
“I don’t want you working any longer. If you still want to earn money, I’ll pay you to stay home.”
Her teeth seize on her bottom lip, chewing the edge of it and tearing open the thin cuts from earlier. I move in, sucking the fresh blood from the wound until it closes in self-defence.
“It’s not that simple. I have contracts with the other girls in the share house. There are clients who rely on me.”
“They can learn to rely on someone else, can’t they?”
“That’s not the point.”
“I don’t want you working for—”
“You knew what I did. I never kept it a secret from you. You knew about it before you came to me.”
And I can’t believe she’s making me spell it out for her. “It’s not because of what youdo.Things have changed. You can’t continue working there when it’s unsafe.”
There’s a helpless expression in her eyes, like she doesn’t understand why she’s arguing any more than I do, but she’s still determined to win.
