over to my closet.
I watch in amazement as he opens the door and disappears inside. Of course, I'm going to see what he's up to. I find him ignoring the small rack of clothes that are mine, and instead, he's digging through the expensive clothes that Khristos's girlfriend picked out for me.
My arms fold over my chest. “What are you doing?”
Roman ignores me as he pulls out a slinky, silver dress that sparkles in the light. “Perfect,” he murmurs before he tosses it carelessly over his shoulder. He drops down to one knee and rummages through the shoes I have pulled out of some of the boxes.
Alarm sweeps through me at the thought of him opening all the shoe boxes. If he looks in the very bottom box, he'll find the stash of cash I've hidden. Every day I am stopping by the ATM and withdrawing small sums of cash from the account Khristos set up for me. I'm not sure if he’s watching my bank accounts or not, but I'm guessing it's likely. If I withdraw a large sum like I had earlier in the week to pay for a private investigator, he might wonder what I'm up to.
“These will work,” Roman says as he grabs the strappy, silver heels I'd worn the night Khristos had taken us out to dinner. He rises to his feet, and I move out of the way as he enters my room again.
“I had no idea you have a secret fetish for women's clothing,” I say blandly as I follow behind him.
He sets the dress and shoes on my bed, smirking at me as his eyes gleam deviously. “You really want to know my fetishes?”
“No,” I say warily. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they involve blood or whips and chains. “What's the dress for?”
“You. You're going out tonight. I've tried to be patient, but I'm done. You're too stubborn, and I'm too impatient to wait you out.” He gives me a narrow-eyed look. “Put the dress on and do your hair.”
“Or what?” I challenge.
His eyes drift over my lounge pants and shirt. “Or I'll drag you to Bane as you are.” His eyes hold mine, and there's a hint of warning in their depths. “Trust me, you don't want me to do that. It would be wise to make a good impression with my friends and those who might be at the club.”
“If it's that important I make a good impression, you won't drag me there in what I'm wearing,” I point out, calling his bluff. He shrugs and stalks towards me. A squeak of alarm escapes me, and he's on me in an instant, his warm hands wrapping around my hips as he tosses me non-too-gently over his shoulder. I grunt, and then my hands scramble to clutch his lower back to keep myself from slipping further down. “Roman!” I snap with irritation as his shoulder digs into my stomach while he walks to my door. There's a part of me that still believes he's bluffing, because it's evidently important the residents of Cherry Creek accept me. But I'm also realizing that maybe if I go out with Roman, I'll get more insight into the Deveroux men. We're halfway down the hall when I say, “Fine! Put me down!” Roman immediately bends down and slips me off his shoulder. “Asshole,” I mutter under my breath as I stalk back to my room.
Roman's laughter echoes throughout the hallway. “Is that the best insult you can come up with?” he calls after me. I enter my room and slam the door shut. “Be down in the garage in thirty minutes!” he yells.
In response to his demand, I turn to the closed door and flip it off as if it were Roman. I swear, Roman and Khristos have flipped a switch somewhere inside me or something. I am not my usual mild-tempered self around those two. They drive me crazy!
Since I'm already irritated with Roman, I make sure to use the entire thirty minutes he'd allotted me, though in reality, it only takes me ten minutes to get ready. I’m not the type of girl that spends more than a couple minutes on hair and make-up.
Soon, I'm sitting in the passenger seat of Roman's black sports car. “What kind of car is this?” I ask curiously as I settle more comfortably into the luxurious seat.
“Jaguar XK R Coupe. Like it?” he asks as he flips on the brighter headlights as we leave Cherry