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“Is that a compliment or a warning to change?” she asks, sassy as ever before, tracing her lips in a dark red, darker than any wine. I bet I’d get twice as drunk on it. She arches an eyebrow. “Hunter?”

“I’d never tell you to change. I’d never tell you to put on more clothes. I’ll just take care of anyone who tries to touch you, photograph you, carry you away,” I say. “You’re sexy as hell, and I love how you own it.”

Valerie blinks at me a few times, then she’s in my arms, on top of me. She kisses me passionately and I grab her ass. She rubs herself against me, feasting on my mouth. I draw back and moan, catching her wrists before she can go for my pants. I flip her over and hold her down.

“Oh, no you don’t. You’re not getting out-of-date night,” I say in warning. “You have to be a good girl.”

“In which way? You love when I’m naughty. Isn’t that considered good?” she asks.

I chuckle. “You’re going to behave like the lady I know you are when we’re in public and be my naughty minx in private.”

Valerie whines in her throat. She draws back and I get off her. I adjust my suit jacket, then look at myself in the mirror. No lipstick on me. I touch my mouth and Valerie giggles. “Do you think I’d take a chance on anything that would smear around you three? You can’t keep your hands or mouths off me.”

I pull her close, then look her over. “Will you be warm, or should we go shopping?”

“You planned a gorgeous date. Keep planning. I love you taking initiative,” she croons.

“We’re shopping first,” I decide.

That’s what we do. I pull out one of my nice cars, get Valerie in the passenger side, and take her to the most expensive stretch of road in the city. She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t argue when I lead her into an exclusive boutique.

The attendants take one look at me and jump to attention. I wrap my arm around Valerie’s waist. “My girlfriend needs a coat, a good one, that matches her dress.”

“Of course!” Two of them hurry around, presenting options while one brings us champagne.

Valerie sips. I take my glass and nod. “Also, something sexy that will fit under that dress without showing, a pair of gloves, and what do you think, Dorogaya? Do you need boots?”

“There’s no snow, so I’m okay in heels. Although, I think if they had a garter belt and thigh highs,” Valerie hints.

I touch my chest. “I love you.”

“I know you, Hunt, I know what you like,” she purrs in Russian.

I pull her tighter and kiss her just below her ear. After I turn down a few coats, some that are fur, others that just don’t work, we find a black leather coat that’s fashionable, sexy, and perfect. I nod to it. Someone shows a black garter belt that’s more like a see through, high wasted skirt. Before Valerie hurries away with another attendant, I’m shown a few gloves and choose a good faux-fur lined leather pair.

Valerie returns. I get my bill as she pulls on the coat and I stick her gloves in her pocket. I lead her back to the car and drag her across the seat to kiss her. I nip at her bottom lip and run my tongue over the same place. “You drive me insane. What lingerie do you have on?”

“Be a good boy and you’ll find out,” she teases.

I take her to the most expensive, experimental, amazing restaurant in the city. It’s booked out months in advance, but when I walk in, I get the next table available and I glower at the couple that disagrees. Valerie takes off her coat and the man can’t help but stare. I snap my fingers at him.

“You brought a beautiful woman here and you’re ignoring her for mine? You should reconsider,” I advise him.

The woman he’s with huffs. “I knew it. I knew you weren’t into me anymore. Did you bring me here to break up with me?”

“No!” he exclaims, following her out.

Valerie shakes her head as I pull her back. “We need to work on how you word things.”

“I didn’t punch him,” is all I answer.

She giggles and laughs throughout the meal, shocked at the fusion of science and food. It’s an experience, even if the food isn’t up to my standards. Getting personal time with Valerie is worth subpar food.

I tip a decent amount, loop my arm with Valerie’s, and then we’re back in the car. I drive over the speed limit until Valerie digs her nails into my thigh. I glance at her and don’t see even a bit of a smile on her face. She glowers. “Slow. Down.”

“Really?”

“Now!”

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