Page 34 of A Love So Deadly
I turn off the camera and close my eyes. Watching her was stupid.
Our kind exist in the darkness, hidden in plain sight. And I want to keep it that way. Which means keeping my hands off Elliot Montague.
Chapter
Eleven
Elliot
Sometimes, over the past week, I’ve been asked to come in later.
I wonder if he’s trying to establish more distance between us, but I don’t mind. Finding the perfectly tailored suit for me in his office had been a shock, but nothing prepared me for walking in for my shift today and discovering what he’d left for me.
There was a new garment bag draped across his desk, with my name scribbled on the note, and inside…a gorgeous dress with sparkly beads and scantily draped fabric.
It came with lingerie…panties only because the dress doesn’t have room for a bra, a matching handbag, and high heels.
When I put on the dress, I gasp. The thing is made to fit me. It brushes the ground and the beaded, sparkling material dips low in the back, stopping right at the top of my ass. Whole back showing toes the line between classy and downright slutty. It’s definitely the sexiest thing I’ve ever worn.
Inside the black handbag is two black-jeweled combs, and I twist my hair up, pinning it so the curls look elegant, at least to my eye. There’s also some make up, like eyeliner, mascara, and a soft sparkling shadow. Lipstick, too, the bright, classic red color that movie stars can pull off.
I put on the make up, then pull on the stockings, and put on the shoes.
I feel like I’d auction for at least a few hundred bucks. A high-end hooker, at least. Some rich CEO’s escort for the night.
I wince. That last one hit a little too close to home for my liking.
Taking a breath, I head out and back into the main office area, right as Lucian steps in.
The world stops.
Lucian makes my mouth water. He short circuits my brain, cutting down my common sense, and turns me into a mass of sparks.
He smiles at me, and I want to swoon. There’s something demonic, dark, and utterly charming about that smile; it’s the exact kind that sets a girl’s heart beating way too fast and puts all kind of nasty fantasies in her head.
A girl could fall in love with a man who has a smile like that. Who looks like him.
He’s wearing an all-black tuxedo, and it’s at once timeless and somehow cutting edge. It’s got to be bespoke. It fits him too perfectly not to be.
“Shall we?” he asks, offering me his arm.
My mouth immediately turns dry, and I swallow, trying to think of something pithy to say, but nothing comes. So, I just nod and take his arm.
Touching him is like a cold fire, The heat comes from something that isn’t him, and even though the fabric’s cool, he’salive and there. He just takes up space, steals my attention, makes my heart slam and my pussy buzz with need.
And anticipation.
Because I want him.
I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted him, all of him, since I first met him. The man’s magnetic. I’ve met hot men before, but he’s different and I can’t put my finger on it.
The elevator feels too small, too full of him as we take it down to the ground floor, and although he’s checking his phone, I can’t shake the feeling he’s focused in on everything about me. From the curls that tickle my cheek to the way my pulses leap, my body’s in some kind of sexual freefall this close to him.
“Take my number.” He rattles it off, and I fumble in my purse, grabbing my phone, opening it, and then programming it in. “Answer if you get any calls and respond to any texts.”
“I take it you have mine.”
“I’m your boss,” he says softly. “What do you think?”
