Page 71 of Kings & Chaos

I opened the door and used my best runway strut to come to a stop in front of him.

He looked up from his phone like he expected to be bored, then gulped as his gaze traveled the length of my body. He lingered on my bare legs and licked his lips.

“What do you think?” I asked, because I was going to make him say something other thannext.

He swallowed. “It’s… fine.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s hot and you know it.”

“Whatever, Jezebel.” He squirmed on the sofa. “How many more of these do you have?”

"Just a few.” I hadn’t said anything about the stuff from La Perla.

That was my little surprise, just for him.

“Hurry up,” he said. “I’m starving.”

I took off the dress and slipped on the remaining items — a pair of jeans and a tiny crushed-velvet crop top in pink. They looked great, but I would never be able to afford them, so I took them off and put them back on the hangers, then turned to the lingerie.

I started with a simple black nightgown, tight enough to fit every curve, with a lace racer back.

I was thinking less blow-Neo-away and more bring-him-to-a-slow-boil.

The champagne I’d been guzzling all morning had worked to loosen my inhibitions, not to mention the countless times I’d gone out to the sitting room only to be met by Neo’s bored glance up from his phone.

I didn’t entirely buy it, and I was looking forward to putting his apathy to the test.

I walked out of the dressing room in bare feet and stood in front of him. “How about this?”

He looked up from his phone and blinked in surprise. “What is that?”

“It’s a nightgown,” I said.

“A… nightgown. Do you wear nightgowns?”

“Well, I usually sleep naked.” It wasn’t true, but now I really was in the mood to have, what was it Neo had called it?Fun. “But you never know."

“Whatever you think.” He returned his gaze to his phone, but I thought I saw hint of a flush at the base of his neck.

“Cool.” I held my smile until I turned around and started back for the dressing room.

I had to hand it to Hazel, she’d done a great job choosing for me from La Perla. There were tons of bras and panties in all kinds of colors, all of them ultra sexy, but there were also bustiers and corsets, garters and stockings.

I removed the nightgown and just about fell over when I spotted the price tag: almost $1700.

For a nightgown.

Hooooly shit.

Oh well. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t buying anything anyway.

Next I chose a silk camisole and matching short-short in platinum blue. The shorts barely draped over the tops of my thighs and the camisole did nothing to cover my tits, which was probably the point.

This time Neo looked up from his phone right away.

Somebody was liking the show, even if he wanted to pretend he didn’t care that I was emerging from the dressing room in a series of increasingly more revealing clothing.

“For fuck’s sake, Jezebel, I thought you needed clothes.”

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