Page 22 of Undo Me

Chapter 5

“How do I look?”

Every woman in the small clothing store let out a chorus of simultaneous sighs. Even the young salesclerk had heart eyes as he gazed at BD modeling his new outfit.

Bethany had the strangest desire to jump in front of him, wielding the hanger in her hand as a weapon until they all stopped looking at her man. The problem with that was he wasn’t hers, and even if he were, she wouldn’t be able to blame them for staring. Without exaggeration, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and she’d grown up around models in a city that was one of the fashion capitals of the world.

When a guy like that asks you how he looks? You take that opportunity.

So she ignored the rest of them and gave him a thorough onceover.

BD had already left a pair of faded jeans, black boots and a plain black t-shirt at the counter, but he’d said that was for their after-party plans. What he was wearing now was for the wedding. Linen pants the color of hemp clung to his strong thighs in a way that made her own tremble. His thin white shirt was even better, managing to be elegant and pornographic at the same time. She could see the outline of his smoothly sculpted torso beneath it, and knew everyone who looked at him tonight would be imagining him naked.

She found herself wishing a cold front would hit Louisiana, so she’d have an excuse to bundle him up in a snowsuit. As if that would help.

This was BD as an ordinary human. No extra bells and whistles. He was born this way, though she had no idea when or what cosmic confluence had existed in the past to create such a flawless specimen. No wonder his voodoo superpower was orgasms.

He waited patiently, a question in his eyes, and she knew if he could read her mind his ego would grow to unmanageable levels. So she lifted her chin in approval. Barely. “That’ll work.”

The salesclerk’s expression questioned her sanity, but BD just chuckled and preened, as if she’d given him an actual compliment.

“I’m so glad you approve, Blue Eyes. I’ll take it.” He held up one of Ben’s credit cards and waved it enticingly. “And then it will be your turn.”

Oh hell. Why had Allegra sent her shopping with this wicked man while she and Michelle went to the hairdresser’s? And why had she agreed so readily, almost defiantly, when Michelle had hesitated at the idea?

Because she was a grown ass woman, and she could handle herself. Michelle knew that. She’d already proven she could take him down, hadn’t she? Right before she’d stuck her tongue down his throat.

Still, they were shopping. The antithesis of fun. They should be fine, and back to the salon before the girls noticed they were gone. She had this.

Less than a minute later, she had to wonder who was doing the actual handling when BD paid for what he was wearing, grabbed his bag and her hand, and dragged her out of the store without a word.

“You’re going the wrong way,” she informed him breathlessly. “Michelle said the dress shop was—”

“I know what she said. I also know where I’m going. I’ve been in this city much longer than she has,” he reminded her. “I know about places she’s never even heard of.”

She was sure he did. “You’ve never needed clothes before.”

His laugh made her thighs tingle. “Because of what I am? You’d be surprised what some people find arousing, Blue Eyes.”

Him. People found him arousing from the sheer number of double takes he was receiving. Women and men.

“It’s a good thing you aren’t usually visible,” she grumbled under her breath. “You’d be mobbed every time you had to pick up your groceries.”

“I think I heard a compliment,” he said, amusement still lingering in his voice. “You aren’t going to ask? People usually want to know what other people find arousing.”

“I’m not big on gossip. And I can’t imagine that you’d want to talk about work on your one day off.”

He slowed his steps, his thumb caressing her wrist thoughtfully. “I’ve never thought of it as work. It’s always been who I am. But you’re right. I don’t want to talk about anyone else’s proclivities at the moment. You’re the one who interests me. Tell me about these dreams.”

She tried to tug her hand away but he wouldn’t allow it. He was still pretending he didn’t know? Fine. “There’s a man Isabel talks about. She seems to be in an illicit relationship with him.”

“Marcel,” he said with a nod. “You said his name before you kissed me.”

“Right.” She was glad she didn’t have to look him in the eye at the moment. “Isabel calls him M, but in my dreams, that’s his name.”

“He makes love to you.” It wasn’t a question.

“You make—I mean, he looks exactly like you, so after we found you in the cemetery and Michelle told me what you were, I assumed it was you.”

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