Page 21 of The Devil's Pawn

She rummages for a few moments, then takes out what looks like lingerie.

“Um, I don’t think I’ll be needing those,” I tell her as she drops them on the bed beside me. “I already picked the regular bras and panties.”

“Oh.” Her face falls nervously as she fingers her short blonde hair that’s angled perfectly around her face. “Well…uh, Mr. Cavaleri instructed me to show them to you and to make sure you picked a few different sets. Would you like for me to call him and tell him you’ve changed your mind?”

He what?!

This man is going to drive me to divorce before we’re even married. Why the hell would I need lingerie? What is he planning?

But I can’t have her call him and possibly jeopardize our deal. I don’t have any other options besides doing whatever he wants. Even if that means wearing this damn see-through white lace panty set that’s currently draped over my hand.

I examine the tag.

Holy crap.

Five hundred for one bra is insane, but I guess to him, that’s pocket change.

“I’ll take all eight sets,” I tell her.

Suddenly, her face lights up. “Wonderful. I’m sure Mr. Cavaleri will be pleased.”

Yeah, he sure will be…when I make his ass put it on.

He wants to make me uncomfortable? Let’s see how he likes it.

Okay, I probably won’t do that, but it’s a nice thought. Though I think these panties would probably be a tad too small around those thick, well-built thighs.

And here I go, growing all hot at the thought of his bare body.

Clearing my throat, I fidget with the black dress I’m still wearing, trying hard not to think about the man who saved me from hell.

Colleen removes the lingerie from my bed and adds them to another bag on the floor with the brightest smile. I’ve lost count of how many bags I have. There are at least thirty scattered across the room.

She must be making good commission on these sales. Between the intimates, casual clothes, swimwear, and dressy stuff, plus all the makeup and hair supplies I got, I’ve easily spent two hundred grand. I have never spent this much in one sitting. But hey, if that’s what he wants, why not?

After she folds away all the items I didn’t buy, she gets set to go.

“It was a pleasure meeting you.” She reaches out a hand for mine, and we shake. “Please do call if you need anything else.”

“I will. Thank you.” I open the door for her as she rolls out both of the large suitcases she brought, while I follow her out into the hallway.

One of Dante’s guards walks over to us.

“Let me, ma’am,” he tells her, then grabs both of the suitcases, lifting them up in the air while marching down the stairs before us.

Considering he’s a good six-seven and bulky as hell, he could probably carry both of us on his head too and not even sweat.

Once she’s at the door, she waves goodbye as Dante’s man brings her stuff to the car.

After they’re gone, I decide to run back upstairs to finally take a shower and put on fresh clothes. I strip out of my dress and panties, leaving them on the bed. Finding the bag with the bath accessories, I retrieve all the insanely pricy items Colleen brought and take them with me.

Stepping into a luxurious bathroom, I tread over the sparkling dark gray marble floor and reach the stand-up shower all the way at the far left corner. The jacuzzi on the right is making me wish I could dip inside it, but I’d end up falling right to sleep in it if I did.

Opening the glass door, I turn on the hot water that’s like calming raindrops on a warm, summer day. The steam rises up my body, the scalding temperature washing away the rot.

I fill my palm with the smell of jasmine mixed with a hint of roses and rub the shampoo into my strands, the foam building until I wash it away. Then I finish off with my body.

Once I’m done, I shut off the water. Grabbing two black towels from the rack on the wall, I dry off before coming out and wrapping another towel around my hair. When I exit the bathroom, I locate a bag with lounge clothes and grab a white tank with gray yoga pants, quickly getting dressed. I should probably put all these clothes away, but I’m finally feeling tired, so instead, I slip into bed, picking up the remote.

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