Page 128 of The Chase
“Coops ran a check on it. She read my texts but other than that no damage done.”
“Damage?”
“My email and phone number haven’t been erased.” He narrowed his gaze. “Arms behind you, please.” He threw the phone onto the sofa.
It was reassuring he was just as suspicious of her emotional choices.
He made his way to stand in front of me and that dark gaze roamed over me. He drank in my body. I raised my chin proudly, assuming the posture of a lover trapped under his spell.
I wondered if he’d ever had Logan in this pose. Something told me after a passionate fling of this magnitude, there’d be no finding your way back to a humdrum life. It was obvious Logan couldn’t bear to be away from him and couldn’t move on, either. I felt sorry for her even after all she’d done to me.
How could I never have known what I’d been missing all these years and never suspect somewhere out there my prince was waiting?
“Take off your panties,” he said.
I hesitated for a beat and then responded quickly, peeling off my thong.
“And bra.”
Unclipping it, I wondered why we were moving backward—wasn’t I meant to be getting dressed for a party?
“Excellent.” He took my underwear from me and strolled over to the sofa and threw them on there.
“Hope this isn’t one of your pervy parties?”
He looked severe. “First, you will remain dressed.”
“No shenanigans?”
“Only with me.” He gave a smile. “This is a unique encounter.”
“What kind?”
“I want us to remain discreet. Experience this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to view their art. We may even be privileged enough to view their most cherished artifact.”
I perked up. “What kind?”
He waved it off. “We’ve been invited to a private viewing. Some of the wealthiest men in the world will be there.”
And he was taking me...
Though I realized the soiree hinted at misogyny.
“Tonight, there will be some of the most priceless pieces of art ever showcased from East Asia. And despite all of that, you will be the highlight of the evening.”
“Not sure I can live up to that.”
He strolled over to me and wrapped his hands around my naked waist. “You have no idea how powerful you are. We need to change that, Zara.”
I stared up at him.
Tobias walked away from me toward the couch and lifted the lid off the larger box. He reached in for the beautiful Escada gown he’d bought me just yesterday from Harrods.
“This is what you’re wearing.” He held up a delicate silk gold dress. “I’ll be the envy of every man.” He returned to my side with the gown and slid it over my head, pulling it over my curves.
It clung to me like spun gold, the material so fine it fell over my skin like water. Thin straps decorated with diamond-shaped beads caught the light. Turning slightly, I saw my reflection in the wall mirror and realized it was backless and the arch of the dress was just above my butt. “It’s beautiful.”
“As are you.”
