Free Born to Bite by Lynsay Sands Page B

decorating and furniture stores were items she liked herself. She’d thought sure they’d have little in common, with his being a country boy while she was a city gal. She’d been wrong, however. They had similar taste.
    Shrugging that thought aside, she added, “But I meant you should go there to wait while I finish off the shopping…at La Senza.”
    “La Senza.” Armand frowned. “I remember the name. Which store was that?”
    “Think lacy black and red teddy,” she said with amusement, recalling the way he’d eyed the item on the mannequin in the window as they’d passed the store earlier.
    “Oh! You need…” His eyes dropped to her breasts and then down below her waist and back, and the man actually blushed a little. Or perhaps it was just a flush of desire. Certainly his eyes were starting to glow again.
    “I don’t mind if you want to accompany me there, but I thought you might be more comfortable waiting for me in the food court,” she admitted with a grin, and wasn’t terribly surprised when he seemed to take that as a challenge and straightened his shoulders.
    “I’ll come with you,” he said firmly, and then frowned and added, “I probably shouldn’t leave you alone for a day or two until we’re sure you weren’t followed down here from Toronto anyway.”
    Eshe’s grin turned into a full-fledged smile that she knew without a doubt was wicked. “Good. Then you can tell me what you want to see me in. I was only going to get panties and bras; I usually sleep nude,” she added huskily, watching his eyes and pleased by the burst of silver flame in their depths as she added, “But I don’t mind wearing sexy little baby dolls if it pleases you to see me in them…and take them off me.”
    Armand swallowed thickly, but his voice was still husky as he said, “Lead the way.”
    Chuckling, Eshe swung away and led him along the strange layout of halls until she spotted the La Senza sign ahead.
    “I usually wear black,” Eshe murmured, perusing the selection. She hadn’t always, but it was the color she’d favored since Orion’s death. She chose a see-through black lace number and lifted it off the rack to examine it more easily. Her eyebrows rose when she saw that it was actually a see-through black lace catsuit with strategically embroidered black lace patches at the groin and at each breast that would barely hide the important bits beneath.
    “I like it,” Armand growled, and then selected another from the rack and held it up. This one was a short gown in pure white satin with spaghetti straps, and matching and very tiny snowy white satin panties. He held it in front of her and nodded. “And this one.”
    Eshe raised an eyebrow, but accepted the baby doll. She really did normally wear mostly black, but supposed the white would be a nice contrast with her coloring. She glanced to Armand, raised an eyebrow, and asked wickedly, “Shall I try them on for you in the dressing room here before we buy them?”
    Armand raised an eyebrow. “Not unless you don’t mind being found naked, in an unconscious puddle, on the dressing room floor with me.”
    Eshe laughed huskily at the threat and simply laid the items over her arm as she moved on to select panties and bras. But his words had raised visuals in her mind that she couldn’t seem to get out of her head, and while her hands were automatically selecting several pairs of panties, her mind was playing a short flick of her trying on the white satin number, coming out to show him, and then his following her back into the dressing room, backing her up against the wall, and—
    “Is there something I can help you with today?”
    Eshe blinked those naughty thoughts from her mind and turned to find a slim young blond beside her, smiling widely from Armand to her and back to Armand.
    “You can start ringing up and bagging these while I grab a couple of bras,” she said easily, neither surprised nor upset by the thoughts running through the