Page 22 of Seductive Secrets

She looked around. “I guess jeans would be a good idea.”

Once again, he looked down over her figure. “Yes. Jeans would be a good start, but nottightjeans.”

She glared at him suspiciously. “I need jeans that fit me.”

He shook his head. “Not a chance. Not with your amazingly distracting ass,” he argued, then started digging around on the stack of jeans. He eyed her waist, then siftedsome more. He pulled out a pair of jeans that were two sizes larger than what she normally wore.

“Those are way too big,” she told him. She pulled out a pair that was only one size larger than normal. “I’ll try this pair on.”

“Good. And how about a cotton sweater with a white, cotton top underneath? That way, when the afternoon warms up, you can just pull off the sweater and not look conspicuous.”

Angela contemplated the outfit. She actually hated the idea of baggy jeans and a brown sweater. But he was right. The darker colors would help them blend in She could definitely get him into a one of those pairs of jeans that sagged in the butt. Right now, his jeans hugged his butt perfectly. He thoughtshehad a good ass? Hmm…he was going to hate what she chose for him.

She tucked the clothes under her arm and, just to be extra annoying, slapped her yellow purse into his arms. “I’ll be right back,” she told him.

After pulling on the jeans, she peered at herself in the mirror. The outfit was horrible. The brown sweater was too large and definitely lifeless. She normally wore sweaters three sizes smaller than this one. The one that he’d dumped into her arms was…sack-like. It made her boobs vanish entirely!

She hated it. However, Angela accepted that James had a point. This outfit would definitely help her look “invisible.” She could take her hair down, braid it and twist it around against her neck, maybe even wear a beanie or a baseball hat. Add in a pair of sunglasses and she was about as blah as one could be.

When she stepped out of the dressing room in her new outfit, James was waiting for her, leaning a hard, delicious shoulder against a mirrored column. As soon as he saw her,he burst out laughing. “It’s perfect!” he announced between chuckles. “Come on, you’ll need a few more of those outfits.”

“I need to change out of these to pay for them.”

“No, leave everything on. We’ll just hand the cashier the tags.”

She hated the idea, but went back into the dressing room to grab her other clothes. No way was she leaving them behind. The slacks were a beautifully cut, high-waisted in excellent black wool. The blouse was a luscious silk that shimmered in the right light. It draped against her skin, making her feel sensuous even when she was surrounded by men in ties and tedious charcoal suits. The silk gave her a mental power surge almost like mental armor.

“I’m taking these,” she warned him when she came back out.

“I wouldn’t have suggested otherwise,” he replied, his voice husky, as if he knew how the silk felt against her skin. Which, he would know since he’d held her in his arms several times over the past twenty-four hours. And even when he wasn’t holding her, he couldn’t seem to stop touching her.

Now that she thought about it, James touched her a lot.

Did she like that? They walked over to the cashier, his arm draped over her shoulders, and she had to admit that she loved it. She suspected that he was a very affectionate man. She’d never dated someone who seemed to enjoy touch the way he did.

It made her feel wanted. Protected. Safer, somehow.

James had selected several more pairs of jeans in the same size and sweaters in the same style, but in different, mutedcolors. She hated them all, but Angela also knew that they were perfect for their mission.

“Now, it’s your turn,” she told him, taking the bag from the cashier and grinning up at him with relish. “Let’s get you into some less conspicuous clothing.”

“I’m in your hands,” he replied, his voice still low and husky, as if he were talking about something other than changing his clothes.

She shivered as she walked beside him to the men’s department.

Instantly, he walked to the more exclusive section of the store, but she caught his arm, pulling him away. “Nope. You need this area,” she explained to him.

She tugged him over to a stand of jeans that had a very low inseam. As she lifted the jeans up to examine them, she wondered why men wore these jeans. They were so ugly! But perhaps they were more comfortable. She had no idea. The inseam in these was low enough to make it appear that the man had no butt.

They were perfect!

“No!” he groaned.

She grinned and hefted her own bag filled with ugly clothing. “Hey, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” She tossed a pair of jeans at his chest. “Go try them on and let me see them before you decide.”

He eyed her dubiously, then grimaced at the jeans, holding them out as if they were contaminated somehow. She laughed and gently shoved him towards the dressing room. “Go. I’ll pick out a shirt.”

He groaned, but headed towards the dressing room.

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