Page 6 of Lie With Me

Women are cold, cruel creatures. Ruthless and conniving and most of them only want the autonomy my last name and bank account can provide.

Which is another reason I’m so interested in the club Jackson owns now.

A man has needs. What more perfect place to get them taken care of than a discreet sex club?

Bianca doesn’t even wait for me to catch up before she’s inside the store and looking through the racks, eyes as big as a kid in a candy store. The associate takes one look at her coffee-stained dress with a disapproving sneer. When her gaze swings to me, the sneer drops, and her face lights up in recognition.

Shaking my head as the woman approaches, I slip her a crisp hundred and motion back to Bianca, whispering, “I’d like it if you didn’t use my name while we’re here, please. Whatever the lady wants to try on, take care of her.”

The woman instantly goes into business mode with a curt nod. “Of course, sir. Will you be waiting in the bar while she shops?”

Looking back at Bianca, who already has three dress hangers dangling from her fingers, I decide I’d rather watch this beautiful stranger pick out clothes. “No, I’ll stay with her. Have someone get me a bourbon, though, would you please? And bring her a glass of champagne.”

“Of course, right away, sir.” She nods again and leaves, whispering to another associate before nodding toward me and then Bianca, who’s adding two more dresses to her collection.

When I reach her side, I notice some of them look more like they’re for a cocktail party than everyday wear. She doesn’t even pause when she sees me eyeing them. “What? I’m here. I might as well try them on.”

“Knock yourself out.”

When the associate returns to take her dresses, I make my way to a sitting area and pull my phone out.

I’m not gonna make it back to the office tonight. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about the meeting.

A blonde with a tight, no-nonsense bun shows up with my drink and brings a glass of bubbly pink rosé to Bianca. I watch the stunning brunette sip gingerly while fingering multiple pieces of clothing. She browses wistfully, a deep sigh leaving her body more than once as she shops.

My phone vibrates, and I tear my eyes away from her to read the message that came through.

Jackson

You don’t have to check in with me about when you’ll be at the office. You’re a big boy.

“Do you mind if I leave my coat and purse with you while I try these on?” Bianca’s voice rings out.

She’s already removing her jacket and has placed her purse next to me, so I flash her a smile and nod. “Only if I get a fashion show.”

That feline smirk finds its way across her face again as her hands contort behind her back, reaching for her zipper. “You wanna come help me if I get stuck, too?” she teases.

“Ooh. Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” I flirt back, waggling my eyebrows as she laughs and disappears into the dressing room.

I’ve never been so forward with a woman before—let alone a woman I just met. I was raised to be respectful. If I treated women the way Jackson did before he met Ginny, his soon-to-be wife, my parents would have murdered me.

Bianca is playful, though. I’m extremely attractedto our easy banter and the way she shakes her hips when she walks away from me. She seems like the type of woman who would give my mother a heart attack if I brought her home.

I don’t know why the thought of that appeals to me—I love my mother.

It only takes a few minutes before Bianca comes out in a calf-length red dress with a ruffled, off-the-shoulder neckline. Her eyes are humorously wide as she scrunches her nose at me through the full-length mirror.

“Definitely looked better on the hanger,” she says before swiftly retreating to the dressing room.

Personally, I think she looks amazing, but I have a feeling that will be the case for everything she tries on. She’s the kind of woman who could be draped in a paper bag, and men would still drool at the sight of her.

One after one, she comes out in various dresses from Valentino, Dolce & Gabbana, and multiple other designers. Another man might be annoyed at how many options she picked, but I enjoy relaxing against the plush couch as she shows off what she found.

Definitely beats going back to the office.

A particular black Balmain with nude detailing makes her face light up. She looks positively edible in it. I sip my drink and imagine peeling it off her body. “You look incredible. I think that’s the one.”

She lets out a dreamy sigh. “It really is beautiful.”

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