Page 55 of Lady and the Hitman
Inside the locker room, my clothes were waiting, neatly folded, untouched.
Except—
There was a dress.
Not mine.
The one from the Marketplace. Green silk. Backless. Short and thin as breath. A high slit that would tease with every step. I stared at it, lips parting.
“You bought this?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
Because, of course, he had.
But what startled me more—what sent a pulse of heat through me that had nothing to do with the fabric—was that he’d followed me into the locker room without hesitation. No apology. No pause. He didn’t ask if he could. He just did.
He was in the women’s space like it belonged to him. LikeIdid.
And that certainty, that unapologetic boldness, sent a thrill through me I couldn’t explain.
He moved like he could go anywhere.
And worse—like no one would stop him even if they tried.
“I didn’t see you buy it,” I said.
“You weren’t supposed to.”
A shiver danced down my spine.
He came up behind me, fingers brushing the hanger. “No bra. No panties. You wear this. Only this.”
I inhaled, slow and deep, already imagining the feel of it against my bare skin. The way it would cling. The way every man would look, and know they couldn’t have me.
Because I belonged to Ronan.
I nodded.
He watched me dress, eyes devouring every inch as I peeled off the bodysuit and slipped into the silk. I felt bolder under his gaze. Unapologetic. Wild.
When I turned to him fully dressed, his nostrils flared. “You look like a fucking reward.”
And then he took my hand again.
The driver was waiting in the SUV, engine humming low. We stepped into the cool leather interior without a word.
I turned for one last glance at the zoo.
At the trees. The enclosures. The shadows that had made me feel more alive than any place ever had.
“I don’t want to forget this,” I murmured.
“You won’t,” Ronan said.
The car pulled away, headlights slicing through the dark as the compound disappeared behind us.
I leaned into the seat, heart still racing, thighs damp with want.
