Page 18 of The Naughty List
What I’m looking for.Right.
“And what is that, Hollis? Women’s underwear?”
She smiles patiently. “I spoke with Eli and whether you know it or not, most of the things you’ve purchased this past year come from Madeline’s shop. So I spoke with Madeline and she informed me that she has a VIP subscription box we can sign up for. Every month, you’ll receive custom, hand-picked items fitting of your taste.”
I lean back in the chair.
Fine. She wants to attempt to push my buttons, I can humor her.
“So we determine my taste with a fashion show?” I scratch my eyebrow with one finger. “What about sizes, Hollis? This isn’t a one-size fits all situation. I think you know that.”
“Ladies,” she says with a cheshire cat grin that makes me nervous. “Let’s show him what we got.”
Three curtains open and three different sized and shaped women stand clad in lace and leather and a see-through fabric I don’t have a name for.
The redhead on the end is tall and thin like a runway model. The blonde is petite but with supple curves. The brunette is a mix of the other two. Slightly taller than the redhead but thicker and shapelier than the blonde.
Each of them dons a different theme. The redhead wears dominatrix leather. The blonde has on a frilly pink number and the brunette barely wears anything more than a few scraps of lace but the colors are tasteful, neutral.
“One,” Hollis says pointing at Red. “Two.” She gestures to the blonde. “And three,” she says, smiling warmly at the brunette. “Jonah, if you’ll simply tell us, each round, which number you prefer, Madeline will customize your online profile based on your choices. All of the designs come in a wide range of sizes.”
Each round.
Christ. I might as well be back in the octagon.
“This way,” she continues. “At all times, you’ll have plenty of options on hand to choose from for your companions and your assistant won’t have to make any mad dashes to the lingerie store at the last minute.”
Her eyes meet mine. The message in them is clear.
Checkmate.
What can I say? She’s literally thought of everything.
I get comfortable in the chair and attempt to relax. She’s worked hard to set this up. Only real option here is to play along. “Two,” I say evenly. “And three.”
She nods. “Thank you, ladies. Next.”
Madeline uses an iPad to mark my choices.
And so it goes. Round after round. At some point, Madeline brings me a water and asks if I need anything stronger.
I decline.
It’s a decision I come to regret when Hollis dismisses the girls and disappears into the back with the storeowner.
I’m just about to call out and ask if we’re done here, when Hollis returns. Alone. Wearing a short red silk robe that ends at the lower curve of her pert ass.
It reminds me of the outfit she wore the day we met. Hollis is dangerous in red.
Her legs are bare and I know this is about to veer off into a direction I’m not prepared to travel.
“You’re staring, Jonah,” she says softly.
Propping my elbow on the chair, I rest my head against my fist and shake my head.
“Christ, Hollis.” I clear my throat. “I’m a man and you’re…”
Fucking gorgeous. Breathtaking. Damn near irresistible.
