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I think all my fucking blood is in my cock and Gertrude is a witch. “Do it.” I croak out of my dry mouth before hanging up.

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Alexa

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I’m trying hard not to think about the trip to London tomorrow. I looked through the notes on trips for Leo. The information was extensive, from the hotels in each city he was willing to stay in, down to the suites he preferred to the fact that unless he said otherwise to book the rooms and plan for a five-day trip. He didn’t like flying in and out in only a few days. It was rare for him to be anywhere for less than three days. A week, with Leo in a room, well a suite but still so close.

“Alexa?”

I blush for Gertrude to have caught me daydreaming about Leo. “Sorry, I simply can’t put back the red silk and lace or the blue tulle and silk, so I know I want those. Then I already have sheer black, so I’m trying to decide between the black lace and the sheer pink silk.”

“Why not both, dear. Did you know Leo has a thing for black lace? He couldn’t take his eyes off the display when he came in to make sure I was sorted out. Like all men, he thought he was discreet, but I’ve seen men’s response to the lingerie often enough to know it when I see it.”

My eyes go wide. “I, Leo and I—we aren’t. It’s not like that.”

“I didn’t say you were, I just thought I would mention it. Leo’s tastes aren’t very different than most men. Of course, it shouldn’t be about what men want. It should be about what you’re comfortable in.”

Who am I kidding, I want them both. “I’ll take them both.”

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Leo

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I see the bags from Gertrude’s behind Alexa’s desk. The idea of another man seeing her in what Gertrude described makes me savage, it doesn’t matter if the man is her husband. “Giving Felix another treat, I see. It will probably go a long way to soothing any upset at your being gone for a week.” Her face is blank as I nod at her bags. “No? What did Felix think of your last shopping trip?” Confusion clouds her beautiful face. “Your husband had nothing to say about your purchases?”

Her eyes go wide, then drop from mine. “Of course, he was surprised but um, he was fine with it. He’s—he doesn’t care about that kind of thing. Felix barely notices things like that. And uh, as far as going out of town, he’s fine, he understands.”