Page 33 of Fated to the Grizzly

“Just to help you settle in. Mom gave me a hand. She said you’d be traveling light, and you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to pack much stuff. Go ahead, take a look.”

I feel shy. But Orion keeps encouraging me, and slowly, I pull out some of the clothes and admire them. They’re gorgeous and stylish, and real feminine. I stroke the soft fabrics dreamily. I’ve missed dressing like a girl. All these years I’ve been forced to wear these tomboyish clothes, and they’re really not me.

“I’m just gonna go make us some coffee,” Orion says, and slips out of the room. I smile at his retreating back. He’s being considerate, giving me a little space.

The moment the door shuts, the final part of me that’s been holding on tight lets go. I go into a trying-on frenzy, pulling one thing over my head after another.

I love everything. His mom sure has good taste. She even picked out sets of lingerie.

When Orion returns, I’m wearing a figure-hugging silver dress. It has spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline, and I’m wearing pink lace lingerie with a strapless push-up bra. I love the way it emphasizes my tits.

I hold my breath as the door swings open.

The growl that pours from Orion’s throat leaves me in no doubt about his opinion.

“You have any idea how sexy you look?” Then he tilts his head to the side. “One thing missing, though.” He shuffles me backwards, until my ass lands on the bed.

I watch in curiosity as he crouches down and rifles through the shoe boxes, opening one after another.

At last, he pulls out a box. “Close your eyes, baby.”

I do as he says, and a moment later, something is sliding onto my bare foot, softly encasing it.

A sound of satisfaction escapes his lips.

He does the same with my other foot.

“Okay, open them.”

I gasp as two pieces of silvery magnificence reveal themselves to me. The most beautiful, elegant sandals I’ve ever seen in my life. And they fit me perfectly.

“Christian Louboutin,” he reads off the box. “My mom said these were something special.”

I look from the gorgeous shoes, to my mate’s handsome face and back again. He’s frowning like he’s worried I’m not going to like them. My heart flips.

The shoes are gorgeous, but this,thisis what’s special.

I reach for him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank yousomuch,” I murmur. “They’re the most beautiful shoes I’ve ever seen.”

He draws back and, keeping hold of my hands, raises me to my feet. They’re real high, but somehow comfortable. Guess that’s the Louboutin effect.

“Wow,” he breathes. “Wow.”

My heart beats fast. I’ve never been the kind of girl that guys saywowover. Not by a long shot. A part of me still can’t believe it.

And then I see the bulge in his pants.

Okay.

Something flips in my brain. I step away from him and give him a twirl, then I follow it up with a little shimmy. He stares at me, fixated. Those dark eyes glowing gold.

“Scout, what are you doing to me?” he groans.

I purse my lips. “You don’t like it?”

“You have no idea. But I was just thinking I should take you out for dinner, show you off like you deserve. Meanwhile, my beast—” He breaks off like he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“What?” I demand.

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