Page 36 of Killer's Obsession
His eyebrows shoot up. “A swimsuit?”
“For the beach.” I shrug, trying to sound casual. “Cora said she’d teach me to surf.”
Something like surprise and pleasure crosses his face. “Yeah? That’s good, Pet.”
When we get to the checkout counter, I pull out the cash tucked inside the envelope and pay for my purchases.
“Now where?” Killer asks, relieving me of my bags.
“American Eagle, if they have one.”
“It’s on the other side of the building.”
I get a few more outfits at AE, though they’re a bit more pricey. As we head towards the front of the building, I spot a Victoria’s Secret. I hesitate, feeling the heat climbing up my neck and into my cheeks. I don’t know why his knowing I need panties feels so intimate. I’ve slept next to the man for weeks. He’s seen me at my worst and is still here. Willingly.
“What is it?” Killer asks, following my gaze.
“I need, um...” I gesture toward the lingerie store, suddenly feeling shy.
His eyes darken slightly. “Lead the way.”
Inside Victoria’s Secret, I feel him behind me, watching my every move as I browse through the displays of bras and panties in every shape, style, and color. I select a few practical sets, then find myself drawn to a matching set in deep red lace. It’s sexier than the other things in my hand.
I run a finger over the material, remembering a time when I would have chosen something like this without a second thought.
I remind myself that I’m healing. Getting stronger. Reclaiming my power.
Pushing past my insecurities, I add the red set to my selections.
“I’ll try these on,” I tell Killer, not quite meeting his eyes.
In the fitting room, I try on each bra, making sure they fit properly. The practical ones are comfortable, supportive. But when I slip on the red lace, something shifts inside me.
The woman in the mirror looks the same but different. She looks sensual. Desirable.
I want to be her again. I will be her again.
Feeling more determined than ever, I exit the fitting room where Killer is waiting. His expression is neutral until I hand over my selections to be rung up. His eyes catch on the red lace, and he curses under his breath.
“Problem?” I ask, blinking innocently up at him.
His gaze drops to mine before he clears his throat. “No problem at all, Pet.”
I head for the counter with a smile on my face.
Liar.
By the time we pay for my things and make it back to the clubhouse, I’m a little overstimulated but a whole lot happy.
“Thank you,” I tell him as I start unpacking my new clothes, hanging them in the spot he’s cleared for me in the closet.
He leans against the doorframe, watching me. “For what?”
“For everything.”
His brows snap together. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“Yeah, I do.” I slip my sundress onto a hanger and smooth my hand over the soft fabric before turning in his direction. “This was a good day.”
