Page 58 of Darling Psycho

On the screen were several pieces of artwork. She didn’t know which era or artist because art had never interested her. Angela liked what she liked, and sometimes it was old and expensive, other times it might be modern, weird and dirty cheap.

That probably meant she didn’t possess taste.

“What’s all this?”

“Which piece do you like?”

Angela wasn’t prepared for his hand to curl around the back of her neck. Blood rushed to the ends of all her major limbs. And the delicious tingly shock kept rolling when he shoved out the stool a little and brought Angela onto his lap. That big hand returned under her hair to her nape.

It was like being given the freedom to a chocolate factory and told she could dip her head in any vat of goodness she wanted to.

A shiver rolled down her back, and unbidden, she emitted a low-level whimper.

“Which one?” He repeated.

“They’re all pretty ugly.”

He chuckled. “Which one speaks to you?”

Her butt was on his hard thigh, and Lawless was stroking her nape, and he still expected her to speak the words? Incredible.

For as long as she could remember, she’d wanted his affection, his touch, and here it was, turning her inside out.

“That one,” she pointed at the colorful spectacle. She couldn’t even say what it was. Maybe someone had tipped over a pot of paint and called it art.

“The most expensive one.”

“Are you into art now?”

“I know about as much as you do, philistine.”

Angela snorted at his correct assumption.

“But they’re a shrewd investment.”

She peered at the price and nearly choked on her tongue. “You’re buying these?”

“Maybe one.”

“Who owns them now?”

“A private collector.”

“What will you do with it?”

“Let it accumulate in price. Or allow an art gallery to borrow it.”

This was amazing.

Lawless was an art collector. It was like finding out aliens lived among us, and they loved going to Costco for the free samples.

“Lawless, how rich are you?”

His head turned from the screen, and he smirked deliciously slow, their eyes hooked in like laser beams.Ugh, he was handsome.

“Filthy rich.”

Angela hummed low in her throat. Lawless’ eyes returned to the screen, scrolling through more ugly prints. She liked pictures of cows. Were there any expensive cow pictures?

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