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I shoved the garment bag with the other dress toward her. “Put this on. I’m going to be late for a meeting.”

Storming out of the dressing room, I leaned against a nearby wall and ran the heel of my palm along my hard shaft through my trousers, trying to ease the ache.

The moment she emerged from the dressing room, I nodded. “Let’s go.”

“Wait!” She gestured to the cobalt blue pleated dress. “I can’t go like this.”

“What’s wrong?”

She drew the hem of the dress up to just above her knee.

I had to close my eyes briefly and count to three to prevent myself from lunging at her and yanking at the hem of her pretty pink panties.

Vivian pointed to her black shoes. “The shoes don’t match.”

Now I know why men find shopping with their woman torture.

CHAPTER 21

VIVIAN

“Anything you want… sir.”

I gave the skinny Gucci salesgirl the stink eye as she eye-fucked Var.

Not that I blamed her. The man was dirty, sexy hot. Especially in that suit. With all of his tattoos and his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail, he looked like a thug with expensive taste, and I was here for it.

Except that I wasn’t.

I was here for my paintings.

Yup, the paintings.

Var didn’t take his eyes off the wall of purses, completely ignoring the girl who was duck-lipping so hard she would injure herself soon.

“Get her whatever she wants,” he said, without even looking at her.

Arching my back so I could look behind Var, I stuck my tongue out at the salesgirl.

She gasped.

Var’s head pivoted in my direction, but I just smiled innocently, before pointing to the wall. “I think the ivory patent leather Jackie shoulder bag should work with this dress,” I said sweetly.

Keeping his intense sapphire blue gaze on me, he tossed over his shoulder, “You heard her. Go get the purse.”

With a rather unladylike snort, the salesgirl turned in a snit to go retrieve the purse.

I’d have to check for spit marks inside before we bought it.

After buying me two pairs of shoes, a pair of gold straps to go with the cobalt blue dress and a stunning pair of red fuck-me heels to go with the python lace one, I told him I couldn’t possibly spend the rest of the day lugging around a black leather purse while wearing my new dress as I strutted into Gucci.

“So are you finished? I do have things I need to do at the office.”

I pretended to examine some nearby belts. “That depends. Have I made my point?”

Var chuckled as he raised one eyebrow. “That it’s expensive to act like a Neanderthal male and question your wardrobe?”

“Exactly.”

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