Page 33 of Paved in Venom

She sighs and gets to work. When she’s finally hit five thousand, I complete the purchase and then pull up the Apple store. I grab her a MacBook and a new phone.

“Which color do you like?”

“This is for me?”

I smile at her. “Of course it’s for you. Which color?”

“The gold is pretty,” she finally says when it’s obvious I’m not going to budge on this.

After I’ve placed that order, I do a quick search for what I need and when the store pops up, Simona turns to me with a what the fuck look on her beautiful face.

“You’re going to need something to wear to that party. The sluttier, the better.”

“For who? It’s sure as hell not going to be better for me.”

“Not for me either, well, at least not after you’ve left this room. You think I want everyone looking at you in something like this?” I ask, pointing at the woman with the dress that’s so tiny it’s barely covering her ass.

She taps her fingers on my desk. “Why do you care?”

“I just do.”

“I’m going to need a better answer than that at some point.”

I smile and scroll through the dresses, stopping on one that I know will look amazing on her. The blue is the same color as her eyes, and just the thought of her in it has me growing hard again.

“Need me to leave you alone with these gorgeous models?”

“It’s not the models that did this,” I tell her.

She laughs. “Yeah, okay.”

“That dress is the same color as your eyes, and you’re going to look fucking amazing in it.”

She’s quiet while she looks at the photo and then back at me. “You confuse the hell out of me.”

“How so?”

She gives a small shrug. “I just haven’t quite figured you out yet.”

Without another word, she puts the dress in the cart.

“You’ll need more than one. See anything else you like?”

“I didn’t like the last one,” she grumbles, and I smile. When she turns her head and sees it, she says, “Yeah, laugh it up. You wouldn’t be smiling if you were the one who had to walk around half-naked in front of a bunch of perverted strangers.”

“I’m sorry. You’re right, and believe me when I say I’m not looking forward to them looking at you. I will enjoy seeing you in these dresses before we leave, though.”

“Well, I won’t look like them,” she mutters, looking back at the models on the screen.

“No, you’ll look a thousand times better.”

She doesn’t say anything, but I see the blush spread across her cheeks and the way she bites her bottom lip to keep from smiling. Together, we pick out four more dresses, each one tinier than the next, and by the time I hand her my credit card, I’m so hard I can barely think. I’m debating whether to take another shower when she stands and walks over to the windows. I’d lifted the blackout curtains earlier, and the sun is streaming in.

“This place is really beautiful.” She steps closer, noticing the door that the curtains had been hiding. “Wow, you have your own balcony?”

I smile at her enthusiasm and walk over to her. “I do. The terrace outside the living room is a lot bigger. There’s a pool and hot tub on that one.”

She raises a brow at me with her hand on the doorknob, silently asking if it’s okay to go out. I nod and she opens the door with a gasp. The balcony is large enough for a couple of lounge chairs and a small table. I don’t often come out here, but I should. The view over the city is pretty fucking amazing.

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