“Now for the real fun.”
The woman marched her down the hallway and into a giant closet full of clothes, from the floor to the ceiling. Reyna’s eyes bugged at all the gorgeous garments. For a second, she missed the lacy, silky, ridiculous clothes Beckham had once picked outfor her. This was larger than her own closet had been, and it made her nostalgic for easier times. Who would have ever guessed that she’d be missing that life?
There was no way that Reyna could pick from the closet. So the women made her try on dozens of outfits before deciding on one.
Reyna’s heart raced when she saw herself in the full-length mirror. She looked sexy.
A black dress hugged her features to her upper-thighs. Lace peeked out from the bottom of the scandalously short dress and ran up over her hips. The bustier top held her breasts up where they nearly spilled over the material, and fine spaghetti straps accentuated the entire thing. She had on red-backed black high heels and no underwear. The dress didn’t allow for it.
Beckham was going to die when he saw her.
Gabe whistled low when she finally reappeared. “Holy shit, Reyna.”
“Yeah,” she said, running her hands down the sides of the dress.
“You look like a meal served on a silver platter.” Gabe took a step back.
Reyna laughed softly. “I won’t tell Beckham you said that.”
“If he doesn’t say the same, then there’s something wrong with him.”
“You’re ridiculous. Is this going to be okay to meet your contact? I mean, is this too much?”
“Uh, no. That is the right amount.”
Reyna smacked his arm. “You’re trouble.”
He bared a broad smile and winked. “That’s my middle name.”
“I won’t tell Meghan you said that either.”
He grinned. “That obvious?”
“Very.”
“Well, don’t let her know or she’ll run the other direction.” He winked at her and Reyna felt the tension dissipate. He’d helpedher relax in his own way.
Gabe escorted her back downstairs and drove her to the address he’d been given for them to meet. It was in a nice part of town. Not too far from where Beckham’s penthouse had been. Reyna hadn’t been back to this part of town since that fateful night when she’d run out on Beckham after they’d had sex and he’d bitten her. All this time and she hadn’t stepped foot near here.
She shivered as they stepped out of the car and Gabe hurried her inside. She’d put on a long black coat but was still cold.
Beckham was waiting for them in the entrance to the building, looking dapper as fuck in a tuxedo. She had no idea where he’d acquired a tailored tuxedo in a matter of hours, but she really didn’t care. All she could do was stare. Seeing him in regular clothes for so long at the mansion had made her sensitive to him in a suit again. Or maybe she always would be. Because damn, he looked good.
He smiled at her approach and that made it all the better. “Little One…”
“Becks,” she murmured.
“You need a minute?” Gabe asked with a laugh.
“You should go. We’ll be in touch when we’re finished.” Beckham tossed the key to Gabe. “And lock up after us.”
Gabe grabbed the key out of the air and then grinned wickedly as he strolled backward. “I’d take a look at what’s under that jacket before you go.”
Beckham’s eyes were wide with hunger on her body. “Can I rip his throat out?”
Reyna laughed softly and shook her head. “You like him.”
“Hardly.”
