“Private?” The girl frowned.
“Mr. Astor.” The quick click of heels brought my attention to the older blonde woman in a similar colored outfit, as she hurried forward. “Dear, go fix up the V.I.P room.” She practically hissed between her teeth. The girl scrambled away; eyes wide.
It seemed like an honest mistake. There was no need for the hostility.
“So lovely to see you Mr. Astor.” She went back to preening over Samuel. Yeah, I didn’t like her. He finally dragged hisattention up and flashed a half smile, giving me a hint of the dimple.
“I’ll count on you to get Nina a few pairs of heels and outfits.”
I jolted like I was electrocuted. “Wait! Forme?” I shook my head, hands up. A woman nearby in a cream and expensive skirt outfit glanced up, and her gaze went to Samuel. Her eyes slightly flared.
“Of course, Mr. Astor, if you’ll follow me.” She smiled a little stiff.
“But—”
Samuel hooked his arm around my shoulders to bring his palm to my mouth, muffling my words. He pulled me after her while I pulled at his too strong grip. I glared at him, but he only smirked. He only released me when we entered through a sliding door and across the curtain leading to the large space that looked like where a bride would try dresses on. Samuel guided me to the platform and took a seat on the couch facing it.
The blonde woman took my measurements with the younger girl holding things for her. They knew what they were doing because it only took them a few moments to get everything.
“Go fetch the collection we just got in.”
“Yes, Mrs. Blair,” the younger girl hurried off.
“Meanwhile, I have just the heels. I’ll return momentarily,” Blair said, the curtain fluttering with her exit.
“This is too much.” I stepped off the rise, approaching Samuel. His arms stretched out, resting to both sides of the couch back.
“Nothing is too much for my little bunny.”
I huffed, my face warming at the claim in his words. I surprisingly didn’t become a puddle at his feet. “Yours?” I mumbled, crossing my arms like I could shield myself.
His eyebrows rose. I hadn’t been able to let go of my uncertainty.
“Just me or other women too?”
He straightened, confusion in the dip of his lips. “What do you mean?”
“What club was your brother talking about?” I mumbled. “Do you go to strip clubs? I don’t want you to,” my voice broke. “But I can’t control you so I’d rather know if?—”
Samuel dragged me close until I fell on his lap.
“You assume the negative of me too much,” he grunted. “Our family owns acountryclub. Where we golf.”
My lips formed an ‘O’. I dropped my eyes, face really red. My jealousy was out of hand, I hadn’t felt things like this before, so it burned extra strong.
“Sorry, Samuel,” I mumbled. He groaned and he became hard under me. The curtain moved and heel clicks neared. I tensed, ready to spring away, but his hand cupped my hip, forcing me still.
Blair’s eyes widened but she fixed her gaze to the side.
She balanced two boxes on one arm and held two bags in the other. She placed the boxes on the couch. “Here are the heels you requested.” She cleared her throat. “I also found these that you ordered upon your last visit.” She set down two cream paper bags with the store logo embossed on the front.
I swung toward him, accusation in my eyes. “Do you come here that often?” I couldn’t help the pinch of my lips. I wiggled to get up, but he didn’t let my hip go, so it just made me rub against his hardness and a flush spread across my chest.
“Give us some privacy,” he ordered.
“Please,” I tacked on, glaring at him. His lips twitched. Blair scurried away, disappearing from the room, and the slide of the doors sounded from behind the curtains.
“There you go again, assuming.”
