Page 41 of Hunted Temptation
I didn’t think men could be beautiful, but this one is, and I will never get tired of looking at him. Maybe it’s because he’s saved me. Maybe it’s because he just is that gorgeous. I watch as he slowly turns his head, shifting his gaze over his shoulder before his eyes connect with mine.
His lips curve up into a grin, then he shifts his body around to completely face me before he speaks. “You wanna go to work with me today?”
I want to ask him if there’s a reason I need to go to work with him, but instead, I smile and nod. It doesn’t matter if there’s a reason or not. I’m not going to complain at all. Not if he wants me to spend the day with him. I will take any minute this man gives me.
Any single moment.
I want to be with him always, no questions asked, anywhere and everywhere near him. I’m falling for this man even though I’m trying not to. It’s happening without my permission, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop it.
It’s not just me loving the fact that he’s my protector, either. As each day passes, I realize that my feelings begin to delve deeper and deeper inside me. But then something hits me, and I pause because I realize I don’t have anything to wear to his work.
I open my mouth to tell him that when there is a knock on the door. It interrupts our conversation. Vaughn jerks his chin toward me, then spins around as if I’m supposed to know what’s happening.
I watch as he walks over to the door, opens it, and thanks the person on the other side as he accepts a bag from them. He then closes the door, locks it, and turns to face me again. My eyes shift down to his hands, and I realize that he doesn’t have just one bag in his grasp like I thought.
He has three.
Pressing my lips together, I lift my gaze from the bags to look at his face. He is grinning, but only slightly. His eyes are dark, his expression serious, and I have to press my thighs together to attempt to relieve the ache there.
“Get dressed, Goldie,” he says, his voice low and rough sounding as he extends his arm, pushing the bags toward me.
I don’t know what to do exactly, so I just stand in front of him, speechless and motionless. He pushes the bags toward me again, flicking his gaze from mine to his hand, then back to meet mine.
I shake my head a couple of times, then my feet finally become unstuck from the floor. I move toward him, closing the distance between us in just a few steps. Hesitantly, I reach out for the bags. I slip them from his hands and am surprised by their weight.
But I don’t make a move to go into the bedroom and get dressed immediately. Instead, I stare at him, unsure of what to do or where to go. He’s handing me these shopping bags, and I assume they’re for me, but I am frozen, barely able to breathe.
“We leave in thirty.”
Shaking my head once, I finally find my voice. “What is all of this?”
“Clothes,” he states,
Clothes.
I am floored.
I haven’t even opened the bags, but I already know that it’s more than I need. More than I could ever pay back, probably in my lifetime, especially because the thick glossy bags and ribbon-style handles scream extravagance.
“It’s too much,” I whisper.
Vaughn takes one step toward me, then another. I feel his arm slide around my waist before he tugs me forward. When ourchests press against one another, he dips his chin, and his mouth touches mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss.
Instead, he speaks, his mouth moving against mine. I can feel his warm breath against my lips, and I have to press my thighs together even tighter. I fear that my legs might give out at this point or that I will tackle him.
Anything is possible.
“It’s not too much, Elodie. In fact, it’s not enough. Go get dressed.”
He takes a step backward and then wordlessly turns around and walks away from me. I watch him go, one step then another, not looking back. He makes his way back into the kitchen, our conversation complete. Sucking in a breath, I let it out slowly before making my way into the bedroom.
I unpack the bags by taking out each item he’s purchased one by one. And each one is more luxurious than the last. They aren’t just name-brand clothes. These are designer items. They’re names and brands I’ve never even heard of, but I can tell by the feel of the fabric that they are expensive.
Everything is lush.
Beyond lush.
Extravagant.
