Page 48 of Sinning for Santa

“How so?”

Finnsmirks. “That woman has hundreds of shoes, all kept in clear boxes. There are stacks of them, and Miles seems to think they are the expensive kind.” He shrugs. “I don’t know about that, but the interesting thing was what was behind all the boxes of shoes.”

“What was behind them?” I ask, my mind racing with the possibilities.

“A laptop.”

My brows shoot up.

“A laptop?” I ask to confirm, and Finn nods.

Fuck. Why would she hide her laptop?

“Did you look to see what was on it?” I snap, like he might have found something that I don’t want him looking at.

“Nah, man. Not my expertise.”

Why the fuck am I jumping the gun?

“Sorry man,” I mutter, shaking my head at my own fucking behaviour.

“All good.” Finn chuckles. “She’s already gotten under your skin. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” I blow out a frustrated breath and glance back up at my best mate. “Did you find anything else?”

Finn studies me a moment, and I know he can see my lie, but he doesn’t call me out on it. “Nah, just her laptop. It’s with Dom. I told him just to get into it and see if there’s anything unusual.”

“Okay, thanks,” I mutter and gesture my head to her suitcase. “You pack any of her fancy shoes?”

He nods. “A couple of pairs, and some strappy sandals and a pair of the fanciest runners I’ve ever seen.”

“Are they those ones on a bit of a platform, with fucking bling on them?”

He grins. “Yeah, exactly like that.”

“Hmmm, she really does like her shoes,” I mutter more to myself than anything, and Finn laughs.

“No shit, take a look.” He holds up his phone screen and I see what he was talking about inside Jaxcen’s wardrobe. There are so many fucking shoes, that it looks more like an obsession than anything, and I fucking smirk.

Another sin, Miss Summers.

Greed.

“Send me those pictures,” I order Finn, and he nods, doing so immediately before leaving.

I take Jaxcen’s large suitcase, heft it onto my bed and unzip it, revealing some very haphazardly packed clothes, shoes and toiletries. The panties, which are tucked into the sides of the case, are all lacy, and I spot a few bras that match, so I pick a mauve set and lay it out on the bed before moving to my bedside and taking out my notepad to write her a note.

Here are some of your things, little mouse.

Wear whatever you want, but my only stipulation is you must wear the purple panties and bra.

And don’t think about disobeying me, because I’ll be checking.

Come downstairs when you’re ready.

I’ll be in the Cliff Top Bar.

x D

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