“This is for something personal.” I hold his gaze. “I can trust you, right?”
He pushes back from the table. “Since it’s so important, I’d better get started,” he says, that smirk back on his face like he’d rather go take a nap than keep talking to me. “I’ll be in touch.”
Chapter18
Riley
Igently place a mug in the front left corner of my new safe. It’s got a little kid’s handprint on the front, and I stole it from the bedroom of a man who owns the largest used car dealership network in the Baltimore region. He’s a prick, and I should’ve stabbed him too, just on principle.
But theft’s my thing, not murder. For now, anyway.
“There you go,” I say to myself, surveying my little objects. My nipple tingles as my head strays to what Alexan and I did in this closet yesterday. I keep having flashbacks to his mouth sucking my breasts, his fingers driving into me, and that orgasm ripping through my body like a tsunami. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life, and I’m still reeling from it.
I swear, my mouth waters whenever he’s in the room, thinking about what he can do to my body.
But I’ve been a smart girl since then. I’ve kept my distance. Even in bed last night, I curled up in a ball on my side and pretended like he wasn’t lying next to me, shirtless and absolutely glorious. Sleep came eventually, and I dreamed about him kissing me.
Stupid horny brain.
I head back out of the closet. I spent the morning ferrying these things from my dad’s house while Alexan’s been locked in his office. I’m dreading the prospect of another boring afternoon staring at the TV with nothing to do when he finally emerges, wearing a nice suit, and grunts something about heading into work.
“Got an important meeting, honey?” I ask him sweetly.
I like the way he looks at me. His eyes glance down at my little shorts and linger on my chest. He can see my pierced nipple through my thin crop top.
I’ll admit it’s completely on purpose.
He licks his lips and nods. “Something like that.”
“Is this about your promotion?”
“I’m getting to know my team.” He can’t tear his eyes off me. I’m trying not to smile, but I can’t help myself. I’ve got this man wrapped around my finger.
“That’s wonderful. Have a fantastic day, darling.” I walk over to him, and suddenly I’m struck with an idea. I feel it build in my core and bubble up through my body like lava. I should resist—this is the sort of impulsive stupidity that always gets me in trouble—but I can’t help myself.
I slip a hand into his jacket and stand on my toes to kiss his cheek.
He grunts at me in surprise, frowning slightly. Excitement boils in my belly as I pat his ribs and step back.
“What was that for?” he asks.
“Just showing affection for my husband.” I smile as sweetly as I can, hands clasped together.
He hesitates, staring at me, and I wonder if he felt it. But then he turns away, shaking his head, and heads outside. I follow like I’m an obedient, happy little wife and stand in the doorway as he heads down the stoop and walks over to where his BMW is parked beside the curb.
Excitement fills me like soda fizz. This is the feeling I live for. This is why I break into houses and take meaningless treasures.
He reaches into his jacket, frowns in confusion, pats himself down, and then slowly turns to look at me.
I hold up my middle finger, letting the car keys I lifted from him dangle by the ring.
“Missing something?” I ask.
His jaw works. “Very funny. Hand them over.”
“I don’t think so.” I close my fist and step into the house. “I think I’m going to add this to my treasure trove.”
I turn and start toward the steps, heart hammering. I’m being impulsive again, but I can’t help it. I pause and look back, not sure what he’ll do?—