Page 19 of Wicked Little Game
Ruby walks a few steps ahead of me and I see some of the men staring at her. Even though they quickly look the other way as soon as I glare at them. Anyone dumb enough to look at her for too long or let alone try to talk to her would be missing from the face of the earth tomorrow.
Being so possessive about her is neither good for me, norpart of this job, but I can’t help myself. I don’t even like her and she’s a dipshit, but she’smydipshit, at least for now, and I wouldn’t advise anyone to mess with that.
“I’m gonna wait outside,” I say as we arrive in front of the lingerie store.
“But you promised to help me pick out some things.” She looks up to me with those goddamn big brown eyes, her hand on my arm even though she quickly pulls it away.
“I’ll never do you a favor again,” I force out through gritted teeth as I follow her into the store. My dick twitches in my pants, obviously happy about my decision.
I could fuck her right there in the changing room, no one would dare to say anything and I’m sure she’d let me, the caveman inside me screams while beating his chest.
“See anything you like?” Ruby asks in that sweet tone again, snapping me out of my trance. I shake my head as she grabs a few matching sets.
Something red, something light blue, and something that seems horribly complicated to put on. It looks more like something you would use to restrain someone than a clothing item.
On the way to the changing rooms, she grabs some kind of white shirt with tiny flowers on it and a ton of hooks in the back, like a longer bra. It’s way too innocent for a little devil like her.
I contemplated hiding behind one of the clothing racks to avoid having to wait for her in front of the changing room, but she basically pulled me after her.
While she’s in there, I get my phone out to text Max, only to almost drop it as she opens the curtain. With a hissed “What the fuck, Ruby” I try to pull the curtain close again before anyone sees her like this.
“There’s no one back here apart from us.” Giggling, she turns around to show me all the angles of her outfit that I don’twant to see.
I’m going to die in the back of this store. Someone will have to carry me out on a stretcher and Rockwell will feel so goddamn bad for sending me on this mission while he has to give an eulogy at my funeral.
The light blue looks way too good against her lightly bronzed skin and I catch a glimpse of that horribly perfect ass.
Finally, she closes the curtain, and I use the opportunity to take a deep breath. I cross my hands in front of my crotch, only to appear professional in the highly dangerous setting of this store and surely not to hide the raging boner in my fucking pants.
The curtain opens again and now she’s wearing thisthing. I don’t know what it is or how she even got in there. Unfortunately, it not only looks complicated but also hot, her body barely covered by dark red lace and pieces of something almost see-through.
"What about this one?” she asks, her eyes lingering on my crotch. Not an ounce of shame in that perfect body.
“Looks good. Would look even better on somebody else.” My voice sounds strained and she just laughs in my face while closing the curtain again. I thank God that the next thing must be the last item she picked out, because I don’t think I have the strength to play this game for much longer.
Just when I thought I got through the worst part of this day, her voice comes from behind the curtain. Even sweeter than before. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know that whatever is coming won’t be good.
“I need your help in here.”
I step inside the small changing room and wonder where I took the wrong turn in my life.
“What do you need?”
“Could you close this for me, please?” Ruby asks while she holds the flowery top with one hand, sliding her long black hair to the side with the other one. I take a deep breath beforeI grab both sides of the top and as much as I try to avoid it, my hand brushes over her skin.
I never really touched her before, apart from when I shoved her back into the house and I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't touch her unless it is absolutely necessary.
I should have kept it at that.
It’s nothing more than a brief touch, but I already know that the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips will sear itself into my memory.
“That’s too tight,” I say, slightly concerned as I close the last few hooks.
“It’s supposed to be tight,” she replies and then she holds her breath so that I can close the last hook.
The way it sits on her body makes her hourglass figure stand out even more. She looks like some kind of princess from a painting, the little flowers on the top making her appear way too innocent, just like I suspected.
“How does it look?” She turns around, and suddenly her hand grazes over the unmistakable bulge in my pants.
