The Tycoon's Tender Triumph Page 0,7
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He smiled slightly as he walked over to her dresser. “Are you telling me you consider yourself one of my women?” he asked as he pulled open the first drawer.
Chloe gasped in horror as she watched his long, dark fingers sift through her underwear. “Sam! Get out of that drawer!” she snapped, her face turning bright red in the dim light of her bedroom.
He almost chuckled. “Darlin’,” he drawled, “As much as I like the idea of ‘my women’ going around without underwear, it might get a little uncomfortable while riding Nutmeg. She’s feisty.” He held up a pair of black thong underwear, smiled slightly, then tossed them on top of the neatly folded dresses already in her suitcase. “You surprise me, Chloe,” he said as he pulled out several of her more sexy underwear, ignoring the milder, softer cotton briefs she usually wore. The sexy stuff was bought spur of the moment but wasn’t her daily preference. At the last minute, he tossed the white cotton underwear on top but he didn’t give them as much respect as her lace underwear had received. “Makes me wonder what’s underneath those boring slacks,” he said, his gaze dropping to her tailored navy blue slacks.
Chloe gasped at this insult and glanced down at her trim, blue slacks that she’d chosen to wear that day. They weren’t exciting, she knew, but they were well made and fit her nicely, projecting a professional, competent image. “What’s wrong with these slacks?” she demanded, hands on her hips. “They’re very neat and tailored.”
“They’re not very sexy,” he said, opening up the next drawer.
She wished she could run over and slam the drawer shut as his fingers pulled out one lacy bra after another. She might wear cotton underwear on a normal basis but her bras were all very pretty and sexy. She loved having that kind of secret underneath her conservative business suits. But now, seeing his fingers draped in black and barely-there lace, she wished desperately that she’d only purchased boring white cotton bras. Covering her face with her hands in embarrassment, she groaned as he chuckled at her discomfort. “Makes me wonder what color you’re wearing now,” he said softly, his eyes drifting from her red face to her breasts. Chloe wished her body hadn’t betrayed her, but she knew by his smile that her nipples were now hard little points jutting against the soft silk of her shirt.
“Get out!” she yelled, uncaring about her red face as her hands dropped to form fists at her sides. “Just get out of here!”
He completely ignored her and moved on to the next drawer, finally finding her jeans neatly stacked with some khaki underneath. She had several pairs of jeans, all well-worn and comfortable. He didn’t comment but tossed all of them into the suitcase, then opened the next drawer, finding her casual shirts. He simply scooped them all up and tossed them into the suitcase.
Turning back to her, he said, “Are you going to get your makeup or am I going to do that as well?”
She couldn’t believe his arrogance and wished she could kick him. Hard. “Sam! I am not going to Texas with you. You might be able to push the rest of the world around but I’m not one of those people. So you can just forget it.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, daring him.
She should have known better. He took up the dare and walked into her bathroom. Instead of trying to figure out what she needed, he simply started throwing each of her toiletries into the suitcase. One after the other, she saw the missiles fly from her bathroom to the suitcase, not a single one missing the target. Shampoo, conditioner, mascara, ten different colors of lipstick – she really liked having lots of colors to choose from - hair brush, comb, hair spray… one after another, they all landed with a soft thump on top of her clothes. When her bathroom was empty, he walked out and zipped it shut.
Then he straightened and walked over to where she was fuming. He stopped less than an inch from her, looking down into her furious face. “If you need anything else, you’d better get it now because we won’t be back for a while.”
She couldn’t help taking a step backwards but the wall of her bedroom stopped further retreat. “Sam, you’re not going to kidnap me. Just get out of my apartment right now!”