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Finn looks like he wants to commit murder. Victoria looks confused.
I shoot to my feet, every part of my body tingling. “Thank you so much for the food, Victoria. I have a little emergency that I must take care of upstairs.”
I scoop up the boxes and flee.
Like a full-on, legs-burning, heartbeat-in-my-throat retreat. No dignity. Just pure panic.
I hear Finn behind me, asking Knox about the content of the larger box. But by the time Knox replies, I’m out of earshot. I’ll find out soon enough anyway.
I barrel into my room, slam the door shut, and throw the lock. My back hits the wood, boxes clutched to my chest ke shield, like they could protect me from the tidal wave of horniness threatening to drown me.
Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.
I run quickly to the bed and drop the boxes. My fingers tremble as I push the smaller one aside-the one with the necklace! currently have on-and stare at the bigger one like it might hite
I should throw it out. I should set it on fire. The Successfully unlocked!xe.
Instead, like the weak, twisted little masochist I apparently am, I grab the larger box and head to the dresser. At the back of my mind, I tell myself that this level of excitement stems from the fact that I almost never get presents. I lived with my father for a good part of my childhood, and he wasn’t the giving type. Neither was Mom. But to be fair, I didn’t see or talk to her enough times to know if she’s a giver. And then there’s Finn. I mean, I’m the one who picks Delilah’s birthday and
The Bigger Box anniversary presents every year. That should explain the kind of person Finn is when it comes to gifting
I set the box on the dresser’s tabletop and glance at myself in the mirror. The necklace sparkles against my skin, tiny crystals catching the morning light. I brush my fingers over it.
It’s delicate. Expensive. Thoughtful
And it’s sitting right over the throat he marked last night.
I know what he’s doing, and I’m almost unashamed to say I’m falling for it, his schemes. Being seduced by the devil has its advantages, it seems.
I tear my gaze away from the necklace and look down at the bigger box. Without hesitation-and way too much excitement – open it.
The first thing I see is a pair of heels. Sleek, pointed toe stilettos in a shade of nude that screams, “I cost more than your rent.” They’re sexy without trying. Elegant, but with a come-screw-me curve in the arch that makes my calves clench just thinking about wearing them.
Next, the dress,
I pull it out carefully, fabric whispering as it unfurls in my hands. It’s black. Of course it’s black. Short. Sinful. Barely-there straps. Low enough in the back to make me forget I have a spine. It’s cut in a way that suggests this wasn’t meant to be worn sitting down. Honestly, I’d say it looks like something you wear when you’re about to make mistakes you’ll remember forever
Beneath it is a pair of black lace underwear, Strappy. Soft. My size, of course. Everything is surprisingly the right size.
And then… there’s something else.
A smaller box nestled under the fabric. White with minimal branding. I pull the box out slowly, holding it between two fingers like it might detonate.
There’s a picture of what looks like a computer mouse on the front.
Only it’s not a mouse.
I rip open the box, cheeks burning, and sure enough-it’s exactly what I thought.
A vibrator.
Apanty vibrator, Guess he had the device in mind when buying the lace thong with a suitable pocket. I have to hand it to him-he’s meticulous with details. Color-specific. Thorough with sizing, a thing that’s still a mystery to me. But there’s something missing from this entire package, the vibrator’s remote control. I flip the box over and check the inside twice. Nothing. Then I read the packaging. Controlled by a mobile app. That sly son of a bitch. I bet he’s already connected it to his phone.
As if my face and body aren’t already flaming enough, I see a note sitting pretty at the bottom of the big box.
‘This is not an apology, Kitten. I’m not sorry I tasted you and want more.
Put the dress on tonight. The heels too. Wear the special gift if you’re feeling brave.
But, be warned, if you step into a room wearing it, I will turn it on.
No matter who’s around.
No matter what you’re saying.
I’ll be watching and waiting.
With lust and longing,
K’
I drop the note like it burns me. Like the words crawl over my skin and leave trails of fire in their wake.
A knock on the door startles me.
“Sloane, are you in there?” Finn says, “Open up.”
Shit.
“I’m here. I just need a minute.”
I scramble. Toss everything into the drawer. Heels. Dress. Lingerie. Vibrator. I unhook the necklace and slide it in after the rest of them, pushing the drawer closed.
Then I take a calm breath, walk to the door, and open it.
As soon as the space is wide enough, Finn barges in.
“Where is it?” he demands.
I shut the door and turn around to face him. “Where’s what?”
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The Universe Is Sending Us A Sign
I’m finding it difficult to believe he’d actually invade my privacy in such a manner. A part of me just wants to wait to see if he’ d go through with it so I can bring down the sky on his head.
But I know better. In his current state, all bets are off.
I run, overtake him, and plant myself in front of the drawer just as he reaches it.
“Did you not hear me say stop, Finn?”
He glares at me. “Move aside, Sloane.”
“Are you being serious right now?”
“Since you can’t think with anything other than your lady bits when it comes to my brother,” he says, stepping closer, “I’m going to do the thinking for you. Whatever’s in that drawer is getting burned.”
My fists clench at my sides. The anger rises, quick and hot, like fire licking the inside of my ribs.
“You will do no such thing.”
“Like hell I won’t. Move out of my way.”
I step into him. We’re toe-to-toe now. I’m looking up because he’s taller, but I refuse to shrink.
“I said, you won’t touch or see whatever’s in that drawer.”
He shakes his head. “What has come over you? Are you under a spell? Is this some sort of modern-day voodoo? Move, or I will move you.”
“I dare you to touch me. I dare you to open that drawer. You will never see me again.”
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