Page 38 of Enigma: The Final Chapter
“Seriously, if Isaac doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to die.”
Harlow smiles a broad grin while lifting a lace bustier from the rack to dangle in front of me. I screw up my nose and shake my head.
“Darker,” I suggest, moving along the racks at the lingerie store we're shopping in.
She returns the bustier to the rack before continuing our endeavor to find the perfect ensemble for me to wear under a dress for a cocktail party Cormack is hosting Christmas Eve.
“Is it too rapey for me to jump on him and take myself for a ride?”
Harlow’s boisterous chuckle echoes around the store, startling a handful of customers. She leans on the racks of the way-overpriced scraps of material before straying her mischief-filled eyes to face me. “If Isaac hasn’t touched you in days, why do you have a gigantic hickey on your shoulder?” Her brows waggle as her gaze zooms in on the love bite she's referring to.
I balk before tugging up the shoulder of my loose sweater to hide one of themanyhickeys on my skin. Isaac removed Hugo’s touch and replaced it with his own by marking any portion of my skin Hugo may have touched with love bites. I won’t lie, I love being claimed by him, but my joy soon turned to misery when I realized the love bites were the only form of sexual contact I’d get from him that night and the three that followed.
Every time I try to provoke him into unleashing his dominance, I miserably fail. I haven’t worked out whether I lack in the art of seduction or if Isaac’s resolve is greater than I thought?
A girlie squeal emits from Harlow’s lips as her hand darts into the rack of sale items in front of her. While biting on her bottom lip, she lifts a silk bustier with garters in front of me. My mouth gapes when my eyes lock in on the shiny material the shade of Isaac’s gray eyes.
“It’s perfect. What size is it?” I silently pray it’s my size since it’s the only one left on the sale rack.
Harlow doesn’t grace me with a reply. She merely grabs my hand, drags me into the dressing room, dumps my satchel onto the plastic chair in the corner of the room, then demands, “Strip.”
“You sound just like Isaac.”
After slipping into the satiny material, I spin around to face the full-length mirror. “Holy cupcakes.”
The satin bustier is a perfect fit, although I could use a little more room in the chest department since my cleavage is dangerously close to spilling over, but the rest of the glimmering material hugs my curves in all the right places.
“Holy shit,” Harlow mumbles, pacing closer. “If that doesn’t force Isaac out of his no-sex ban, nothing will. Izzy, you look…hot!”
“Do you think it will be okay underneath a dress for the cocktail party?”
“Yes, it’s strapless and hugging, so it will go under anything.” She screws her nose up. “Unless you’re planning on wearing a midriff gown?”
Even if I were considering a midriff, I wouldn’t be now, not after the disgusted look that morphed on her face when she said it.
“How much is it?” I swivel around so Harlow can check the price tag dangling halfway down my back.
“Oh, look, it’s free.”
When she snaps the price tag off and shoves it into her clutch bag, my breath hitches. “You can’t steal it.”
She slaps my arm. “I didn’t mean I was going to steal it. I meant you weren’t paying for it.”
I eye her curiously, requesting for her to spill the beans. She’s my best friend, but her bakery has a stranglehold on her finances, so there's no way she could afford, nor would I allow her to purchase this for me.
Smiling, she digs her hands into her clutch to produce a platinum credit card with Holt Enterprises emblazoned on the front. “Isaac said you refused to take it, so I accepted it on your behalf.”
I attempt to snatch the card out of her grasp, but she's too quick. “Do you want to have crazy hulk sex with Isaac?”
I bite the inside of my cheek, hiding the smile unwillingly tugging my lips higher. “Hulk sex?”
She waggles her brows and nods. “Because the only way you're going to get his monster busting out of his pants like the Hulk is withthatoutfit.” Her eyes zoom in on the satin bustier. “And a pair of sexy stilettos.”
I turn to face the mirror again. I really like this outfit, and I think Isaac will love it too. I still recall his excitement when I wore the strapless bra that was a similar gray to his eyes, but the darkness of this material matches his eyes to perfection.
“All right. I’m going to buy it, but if I don’t get crazy hulk sex, I’m returning it Christmas morning.”
We finalize our purchases at the lingerie store before making our way to the boutique dress shop where we have a six o’clock appointment. On Point Boutique is so exclusive, it only allows customers with an appointment to shop here. Due to its famous clientele, they have extended shopping hours. Cormack had to pull a lot of strings to get us an appointment so we could find dresses for his fancy party. Generally, they're booked out six months in advance.
