Reid shoots me a look so dark it shivers down my back.
Okay. Enough arguing with the billionaire. He knows more about money than I do. I know about healing bullet wounds, he has being absurdly rich covered. Practically the same thing.
“This colour?” Reid releases my chin and strides to the rack with the dresses I was originally drawn to.
“Yeah. But only to try on.” Whatever he says, I’m still not going to let him buy this dress. Perhaps we can rent it or something? Would it be wrong to wear it and return it? “I’ll try this one too.” I hold up the dress I’m grasping like it’s the source of all my sanity.
A thousand millions. I knew he was wealthy, and he’s a London Mafia Boss, they are notorious. But really? I just didn’t realise that a billion was that much. I thought it was like… a bit more than a millionaire? Ten times more? No wonder he’s so relaxed about completely renovating the house.
Hmm. I guess I’m not as special as I believed. It’s a lot of money to me, but not to him.
Reid rolls his eyes, but lets me take the sensible dress with me to the changing room. The shop assistants hang the dresses on rails, gushing at the choices, and bring the perfect neutral shoes for me to try with them.
It’s not like a scene from a movie at all.
But it is luxurious. The changing rooms are deluxe, with tissues, solid wooden benches, and cream curtains. The cubicle is practically the size of my bedroom before Reid extended it. The mirror is floor to ceiling, the lightis diffused and flattering to me, even in my plain jeans and top.
I take off my clothes slowly, tentative. I can’t decide which to try on first. Maybe the expensive one? Because then there will be the need to try the other, and the last one you try sticks more in your mind, right?
It’s multi-layered, I realise as I remove it from the hanger. The inner lining is almost softer than the outside ones, with their extra flowers made from silk—or I think it’s silk.
As I pull it on, I gasp. Because even undone, it’s more lovely than I anticipated. It falls better over my body than it did on the hanger or the mannequin. It clings over my breasts then flares over my legs, the layers of silk making me look far more elegant than I really am.
It’s so unlike my scrubs, I almost laugh.
The fastenings at the back is a bit awkward, and I struggle for a few seconds before realising this is silly. I mustn’t damage the dress trying to get it closed.
Holding it up over my chest, I nudge the curtain open a tiny bit. “Hi?”
The shop assistants have gone, but Reid is there, sprawled on the complimentary sofa, no doubt meant for the men waiting for their women to shop. His head raises.
“Can you get someone to help with the fastenings?”
“Yes.” He smirks. “Me.”
“Oh, it’s okay, I’m sure the…”
He’s on his feet and strolling over with all the deadly languor of a big predatory cat. “Let me, Callie.”
Reluctantly, I let the curtain open as he tugs on it. He takes an audible shaky breath as I’m revealed. I get a flash of his tight expression, before he goes blank with shock.
“If it’s that bad, I’ll try the other one.” My heart twists. Iwas thinking this was quite nice. Alright, gorgeous, and although of course I’ll have the cheaper dress, I was looking forward to indulging in admiring this one fully.
“No,” he growls, and pushes me back into the private cubicle. Room. Whatever it is.
I almost flinch as he stands behind me, and with more dexterity than I expected, deals with the fastenings. Then he puts both hands on my upper arms, and gazes at me in the mirror.
“It’s not bad. It’s...” He shakes his head. “You’re amazing. I don’t want anyone else to see you looking so beautiful in that dress, but I also want to show you off, because you’re spectacular.”
My fears melt.
“You like it?” I’m smiling.
“I like you in it. You look good enough to eat.” He lowers his head, keeping eye contact with me in the mirror. “You’re fucking delicious in anything, but in this dress…” He lets out a rough groan and presses his mouth to my neck. “You’re irresistible. I have to touch you.”
As he drags his palms down my torso, I shiver, liquid heat pooling between my legs at how intense the power of his attention and desire is. He grasps my bottom, then reaches for my breasts.
“I need to make you come, sweetheart.” He pulls me back, flush against him, and I gasp as his thick, long, and extremely hard erection digs into the small of my back. He’s so big. “Now.”
