Page 41 of Unruly Obsession
“You have good taste as usual, Miss Taylor,” the clerk encourages as she continues putting items to the side. “Will that be all for today?”
She's chosen several items in the span of five minutes. I’m actually impressed. I’m not one for jewelry personally, but I can appreciate the classical style Lily prefers.
“That comes to one hundred and twenty-two thousand,” the woman says with a smile.
“Wonderful,” Lily replies, then suddenly turns to me and slides her hand over my chest. “Myboyfriendhere is buying them for me as a little apology gift.”
“Excuse me?” I glare down at her.
She’s smiling sweetly now and batting her thick eyelashes. “Thanks, honey.” Lifting on her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my cheek before heading for the exit.
That. Little. Brat.
“How will payment be made, sir?” the woman asks, grabbing my attention before I storm after Lily. I don’t have to pay. I know that. But Lily is challenging me, and I’m not one to ever back down, even if she’s being a pain in my ass. One that needs to be placed over my knee and punished again. My cock jumps at the thought.
And so, I find myself handing over my card, hurrying the woman along because Lily is already gone. I take the bag and head for the door. By the time I’m out of the store, she’s already on to the next.
What the fuck is this hell?
By the time I enter the second store, she’s somehow magically racked up three garments to try on.
I spot the back of her as she enters the changing room. I beeline for it, ignoring the woman who asks me to remain in the waiting area. The store itself looks like the lobby of a luxury hotel.
I never go shopping; everything is ordered for me and delivered to my home. And although I understand having expensive taste, she’s lashing out.
I open the red velvet curtain and freeze. She’s wearing only a white G-string, exposing perfect tits ample enough to fill my hands. Her gaze flies to mine, but instead of the skittish, shy Lily I’m used to, a different version of her stands in front of me; this one furious, raging, looking for somewhere to release all that pent-up anger.
“Want to explain this?” I say, lifting the Cartier bag.
She turns, ignoring me, and steps into a dress.
My jaw grinds as my gaze drops to her ass, and I step into the tiny space, pulling the curtain closed. Fine. If she wants to play this game, I’ll goad her into giving me a reaction. “What's with the pissy mood?”
Her head whips in my direction, and I feel smug, assuming it was that easy to draw her attention. Because I’d rather have her wrath than her cold shoulder.
“You ignored my rule about not going into my room andbuggedme,” she accuses.
We're still stuck on that, eh? “That’s it?”
“That’s it?” she says in disbelief, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh, I forgot I’m talking with a criminal.”
“Don’t lump me with petty crooks,” I growl. This can’t be all she's upset about. There has to be more.
“I can’t breathe with you around, Lorenzo. You need to give me space,” she bites. “I don’t need you within five feet of me all the time.”
“Your safety is my priority. So until I'm released from this mission, you're stuck with me being your constant shadow.”
She sucks in a sharp breath and then scowls as she turns toward the mirror. Fuck me, I can’t say anything right with this woman.
She admires her reflection. The dress is beautiful, but only because she’s wearing it. The back of it gapes open, the zipper not zipped. She infuriates me, and yet, I find myself stepping closer, closing my fingers around the tiny zipper, and slowly pulling it up for her.
She watches me through the mirror, her breath hitching as I reach the top. It’s a tight dress. Different from the usual free-flowing ones she wears. It accentuates her curves in all the right places, and now that I’ve seen her bare tits, I can’t unsee them. Suddenly, I hate this dress because it’s showing too much cleavage.
After a moment, she says, “You can unzip me. I want to try the next one.”
I remain standing behind her, looking down at the small scar between her shoulder blades. I trail it with my finger. “How did you get this scar?” It’s the only blemish or imperfection I’ve discovered on her smooth skin so far.
Lily pulls her long, wavy hair over her shoulder, blocking my view of it. “Just being a reckless kid. Can you unzip me now?”
