Page 90 of Devious Secrets

“So, if he’d been in there and taken it, wouldn’t you have seen him?”

“If someone had been watching at that moment.” He nods.

“Maybe it’s someone who doesn’t have access to Obsidian. Someone who would stick out if he was caught in that part of the building.” Ivan moves back to his chair.

“That could be true,” Kaz agrees, taking his seat.

Alexander pats my hip. “You don’t have to sit here for the rest of this. You have better things to do.”

I turn around, grinding my ass a little into his cock, because if he’s going to get rid of me, he can feel a little discomfort for it.

“Are you telling me to leave so the men can talk?”

He frowns.

“No. I’m telling you that you have better things to do.” He looks at his watch. “Like meeting Elana in one hour, and half of that will be spent in the car, so you need to change.”

I look down at the brown knit sweater I’m wearing with my jeans. “What’s wrong with what I have on?”

“Nothing. It hides your delicious body perfectly from the prying eyes of assholes who don’t know better than to look, but you’re going shopping with Elana.”

“So?”

“Elana enjoys high-end boutiques.” He’s politely telling me I’m not dressed nice enough to enter their establishments.

“Oh.” While what I’m wearing works fine for walking down Main Street, shopping in those high-end stores while wearing a sweater I picked up off the clearance rack last year might not be the right thing. Though I’m sure Elana wouldn’t have a problem pulling aPretty Womanmoment out of the situation.

“What is she shopping for?” I slide off his lap.

“You. You’re both shopping for you. You need a full wardrobe with shoes and jewelry.” So, it is aPretty Womansituation.

“I can’t buy all that.” He’s talking about a complete shopping spree. I wouldn’t even know how to do that. The largest excursion I’ve ever been on was back-to-school shopping as a kid. And that included three pairs of pants, a few shirts, and new pair of gym shoes—all bought from the bargain bin.

“You can.” He pulls out his wallet, flips it open, and pulls out a black credit card. “Use this.”

It’s heavy in my hand but sleek and slim at the same time. His name is on the front along with the logo of a Roman-style helmet that’s embossed in silver.

“I can’t use this, Alexander. It doesn’t have my name on it. If they ask for ID—” His chuckle stops me.

“There won’t be any issue. You’ll have Elana with you, and she’s a regular at all these stores. And no one would dare to ask you to prove who you are while you’re handing over my card.” He sounds so sure of it; I close my fingers around the card.

“So, anyone could steal this from you and the stores would be too afraid to double-check? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Much more dangerous for the person who tried to steal from me.” I don’t miss the little undertone there, but since he’s offering to buy me an entire wardrobe, I let it slide.

“Fine. I’ll get a few things, but really, I don’t need much.” I’ve never been into fashion. I’d rather go for comfort than look.

“Elana will tell you when you’re done.” He grins. “She’s an expert at this sort of thing.”

“You guys seem close even though she didn’t grow up here.” I’m sure it was awkward for Elana to be around this place.

“We weren’t very close when she was little, but when my mother moved to Russia full-time, Elana was always here. She deserved better than the mess my father made for her, but she’s never let it get to her.”

I can understand that more than he probably knows.

“I think they’re waiting for you. I’ll go.” I start to turn, but he grabs my arm and spins me back to face him.

“They can wait.” His lips crush mine in a possessive, needy kiss that I should be used to from him. But I don’t think I can ever get used to how overprotective and possessive this man is.

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