My wide curls trailed down my back.I smelled lovely and my skin was super soft.
And—I'd listened to Stefan.
I chose something to wear from the bags.
It just happened to be a gorgeous black and beige shelf bra and matching thong.
It.
Was.
Hot.
And I knew Stefan would appreciate it, even though he probably expected me to come downstairs in actual clothes.
I giggled to myself, thinking about what his reaction would be when he saw me.I touched the intricate black lace on my bra.It made my cleavage look amazing.
I gave myself one last twirl in the mirror before I walked downstairs in a pair of black heels.I couldn't very well show up to supper in bare feet.
As soon as I turned into the dining room, I heard Stefan cooking in the kitchen.And then a wonderful, garlicky smell wafted up my nose.
I walked slowly into the kitchen—waiting for him to notice me.
Once his eyes found me, his eyebrows rose.“Holy fuck.”
Yes.
Stefan was surprised.
“Come here, wife.”His hand waved me forward.So, I walked to him.His eyes didn't leave my body the entire time.When I got to him, he grabbed me and said, “You just keep getting more beautiful.How is that possible?”
He kissed my lips while his hands roamed my body.“Oh.”His fingers touched the side of my bra.“You missed a tag.Hold on.I'll get a pair of scissors.”Stefan let me go and walked over to the far end of the kitchen.He pulled a drawer open and rummaged through it.
How could I have missed a tag?I hadn't seen one price tag the whole time I was in the lingerie store.I lifted my arm and fished around for whatever Stefan had found.
Huh.
Sure enough—there was a tiny paper tag.
I looked at it.
And then looked at it again.
That couldn't be right.
I must have missed a decimal.
Again, I looked at it.
“Holy crap,” I breathed out.My eyes reading the five figures—with no decimal.
Anger coursed through me.
Then rage.
And then embarrassment.
“Do you know how much this cost?”I shrieked.
