Page 43 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Yes, I’ve used them lots of times.” Like we’re talking about the weather.

“Like when?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” I channel all the haughtiness I can into my tone.

Adrian smiles, and it feels like all the angst between us is suspended, but a new tension is in the air. “Give me an example of an event. You and I were both at where you wore those. I want to recall if I noticed.”

A hollow feeling settles over me as my mind whirls through the glitzy events. That was my life once, and it isn’t anymore, and being reminded of it hurts.

“The innovation awards.” I turn from him so he doesn’t see me blinking back tears.

“Your dad was so happy that night. My father told me Davis was sure he wouldn’t win.”

“His success always surprised him. He isn’t a bad man," my voice wobbles.

“You wore that gray lace dress with those thin straps.”

“Yes, a floor-length skirt with flowers and spaghetti straps.”

“I liked the soft curls in your hair. We’ll tell the hairstylist to do that. Get dressed. Time for the next appointment.” He steps behind me and back to that detached way. He unzips my dress. I want him to brush the hair off my shoulder, to cup my ass. I shake off the silly thoughts of wanting.

“What am I going to wear under the dress?”

He smirks. “These will work,” he says, reaching inside his suit pocket and dropping a lacey pair of sheer underwear into my hand.

“Oh no.”

“Yes, my little hellion. I am going to use you well tonight. They are vibrating panties controlled with an app on my phone.”

“Oh God.”

“God doesn’t control your orgasms. Tonight, I will.” His smile is all cocky and evil as he gazes at me.

My cheeks are blazing hot, but my pussy is throbbing. My mouth is dry as I anticipate being in a crowd of people, squirming in my theater seat. He can’t be serious.

“I can’t wait either.” He brushes a stray hair off my face and that single touch makes me crave him even more. “Here.” He holds open a small pink shopping bag.

I drop the panties in, along with the nipple covers. “Good, hellion. Get changed now.”

“Yes Sir.” The whole time, my heart is racing with anticipation as I throw my clothes on. Before I have my shoes on, Veronica and Cath are waltzing back into the room.

“Did you decide on shoes?” Veronica asks.

“Those black ones,” Adrian says, pointing to a pair of Jimmy Choo pumps with flowers on the side.

“Very well. Should I deliver the gown to you?”

“Yes, please, and the shoes. And this one, too.” Adrian picks up the burgundy cape dress from the rack.

“Good choice,” Cath says.

“Thanks,” I mutter.

“Don’t say that I don’t reward you, hellion.”

Veronica smiles, and Cath ducks her head.

This man is going to ruin me in more way than one.

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