Page 63 of Secret Bratva Baby
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, his jaw dropping as I step out in a dark turquoise glittering, short, body-hugging dress with a cheekily high slit that reaches up to my hip.
“Um.” He shifts in his seat, adjusting his cock.
I grin triumphantly. “Do you like it?” I spin slowly, pausing with my ass facing him as I arch my back.
“Mm.” He huffs, clenching his jaw. “I don’t know if that’s appropriate for—"
“A party?” I tease him. “Of course it is. It’s perfect.”
“Rose,” he mutters.
“Yes?” I say innocently. “Is there something wrong?”
I can see exactly what’s wrong. His cock has gone rock-hard and is pressing uncomfortably against his pants. Hereaches over and grabs my purse, which is on the chair next to his and sets it on his lap.
“Nothing,” he mutters. “It’s good. Get that one.”
“Will you help me unzip the back?” I ask, wiggling my butt at him.
“Sure, come here,” he says.
“Why don’t you come here?” I ask, grinning.
“Rose.” His voice is dark with warning, his eye making my heart race.
I don’t really need help with the zipper, but I slink slowly towards him anyway, then, standing between his legs, I turn my back to him.
He reaches up, and his fingers brush against my skin as he pulls the zipper down.
I have to focus on keeping my breathing steady.
“I won’t be long,” I murmur, stepping away from him.
“Take your time,” he says, awkwardly glancing at his crotch.
Alone in the changing room, I can’t stop smiling.
He has the ability to make me feel like I’m the most gorgeous girl in the world. The dress is beautiful, obviously, but it’s his gaze that gives me all the confidence I need to wear something like this. It’s the way he looks at me that sets my soul on fire.
I sigh softly, a whisper of sadness sneaking into my thoughts.
Be careful, Rose. Don’t go hurting yourself with stupid ideas.
When I step out of the dressing room with the dress over my arm, Luka has chosen a pair of high heels in the same gorgeous color to match. He’s also found me a little gold clutch and an elegant gold chain.
“Do you like them?”
“I didn’t know you were such a fashionista,” I tease.
“I just like the idea of dressing you up—and down.” He winks at me.
We walk out of the store with a handful of bags and a smile on my face. I’m not the type of girl who often gets to dress up. I don’t party or spend ridiculous amounts on clothing. My daughter has been my priority for the last three years, and I almost gagged at the total when Luka so casually swiped his black card.
He didn’t even flinch.
And I’m excited to go out looking like a princess.
Chapter 17 - Luka
