The CEO Buys in (Wager of Hearts #1)

“All you need is jewelry,” Faye said. “I thought Nathan might want to choose that with you.”

 

 

“I can handle that myself,” Chloe said. She was not accepting expensive jewelry from Nathan. It reminded her too much of the dismissal of Ms. Fogarty. With the salary Trainor Electronics would be paying her, she didn’t need a diamond bracelet to sell anymore.

 

The Dior pumps were easier to balance on, so Chloe sashayed out to model for Nathan. He was drinking his water but put the glass down on the glass-topped coffee table with an audible clink when he saw her.

 

“This is the one,” Chloe said, striking a pose with her hand on her hip.

 

“If you say so,” he said, leaning forward. He gave her the same laser-focused assessment as she turned slowly without his prompting. When she faced him again, he nodded. “It works for me at a distance. Now come closer so I can test the fabric.”

 

Chloe stayed where she was. “To make sure it tears easily?”

 

His lips curved in a wicked smile. “No, to cop a feel.”

 

“Oh, well, in that case . . .” Chloe started toward him, letting her hips swing.

 

He gave a low rasp of a laugh and came up off the sofa in a swift movement, startling her to a halt. He came around the coffee table in two long strides and, putting one hand behind her head and one on her bottom, pulled her hard against him for a kiss that nearly blew the top of her head off. He lifted his head and looked at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Time to send Faye in search of some lingerie.”

 

Chloe hadn’t believed he meant it about the dressing room, but the seriousness of his intention was clear on his face. “We can’t really do that,” she hissed in a low voice. “The video will end up on the Internet or something.”

 

“Trust me.” He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her along behind him as he walked into the fitting room. Faye was unzipping the next dress for her to try on.

 

“You found the perfect dress,” Nathan said, turning his charm on Faye, “but it needs lingerie to match. Would you mind choosing a few possibilities while we wait here?”

 

Chloe felt the embarrassment reddening her cheeks as Faye nodded with a knowing look in her eye. “I’ll bring a selection.” The personal shopper glided out of the dressing room, closing the door behind her with an audible click.

 

Nathan scanned the room from floor to ceiling. “Only one camera. They trust their customers.” He dropped her hand and pulled a small black gizmo out of his pocket to fiddle with a couple of buttons. “Now let’s leave the room empty for a moment.” He opened the door for her.

 

Chloe stepped outside with Nathan following behind her. He closed the door and waited a minute before pushing more buttons on the gadget and pointing it toward the camera in the ceiling.

 

“I feel like I’m in a Julian Best movie,” she said.

 

“Julian Best would sneer at something this basic,” Nathan said, pocketing the gizmo. “But now the security video will show an empty room for as long as we need it.”

 

Chloe felt the oxygen leave her lungs as Nathan held the door wide, his eyes blazing with desire. “We have to be careful with the dress,” she squeaked as she walked through the door. Suddenly the multiple mirrors seemed shiny with sinful decadence.

 

“No ripping,” Nathan promised, leading her to the center of the room and stepping behind her. He took the bag and shawl, and then unzipped her dress so expertly that she wondered how many times he’d done it before. She felt the drift of air on her bare skin, and then he was stripping the fabric from her shoulders and shoving it down over her hips.

 

As it puddled on the floor, Chloe stepped carefully out of the dress. Before she could pick it up, Nathan had hooked it up off the floor and tossed it over the stool set in one corner. “It won’t be there long enough to wrinkle,” he said.

 

Then he came up close behind her and splayed one hand over her belly to pull her against his erection while the other covered her breast. He was watching their reflection in the mirror, the heat in his eyes refracting from the glass and spreading through her body. “I’d like to take more time to enjoy this picture, but we have a deadline.”

 

He skimmed his hand inside her panties. She knew he would feel how wet she already was. A low groan vibrated through him as he slipped his fingers into her. She shuddered with pleasure at the pressure. “Ah, Chloe, I want to do so many things to you right now.”

 

“I just want you inside me,” she panted.

 

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