1. Her Protector #3
"Un-fucking-believable. That's what you are.
" He growled, before releasing one arm but keeping his grip on the other and jerking her around so she can see a garment bag draped over the back of the chair across from his desk.
"I had new clothes delivered for you in your new size.
I have had a whole new wardrobe delivered to the penthouse as well.
The rest you will need to choose for yourself.
I will get you in touch with your personal shopper.
But this should be enough to get you through the next few weeks. "
She blinked at the bag in absolute shock. He bought her clothes? Because she was uncomfortable in her old clothes, he decided to go and get her new things. She stared at him with a furrowed brow.
Who was this man? And where did the aloof businessman go? Before, he rarely took the time to pay any attention to her and now, in one day, he is picking up on every hint that she'd ever dropped. And more than that, he was acting on them as well.
First the ring, now the clothes. What was his game?
"Well? Are you going to go put them on?" Nash asked after she stood staring at the clothes in shock. She nodded her head and moved slowly towards the bright white bag. "There are undergarments as well." Nash said while he walked gracefully over to his chair behind his desk.
He relaxed back into the thick cushions, before he angled his head towards her and crossed his hands in front of his stomach. His appearance was that of a man without a care in the world who was about to watch his favorite show.
Iris's cheeks flushed as she realized what he was implying. "Are you just going to sit there and watch me?" She asked in shock.
"What else would I be doing?" He threw back at her with a devilish smirk. "I'm already dressed."
"Don't you have work to be doing?" She asked him while picking up the garment bag and holding it in front of her, trying to conserve her modesty. Her actions caused him to let out a darkly amused chuckle.
"A little late for that, don't you think?
" He asked while letting his eyes run up and down her body languidly.
Focusing on every inch of her body that the garment bag left exposed.
His gaze finally rising once more and settled on her own.
He looked at her with a genuine smile on his lips.
"I know every part of your body, and I love every inch of it.
You have nothing to be embarrassed about.
So while you get dressed, I am going to watch my favorite thing. "
Iris quirked a brow at him. "And what is that? Me getting dressed?" She asked in disbelief. Unbelieving that seeing her cover up could be that fascinating of a show for him.
He shook his head while chuckling once more, but he didn't deign to answer her.
She scoffed and turned away from him. His infuriating behavior did accomplish one thing.
It made her forget about her embarrassment.
If he wanted to see her naked butt bent over while she dug through a garment bag, that was his prerogative.
With jerky movements, she pulled the zipper down and pulled back the flaps.
Fully expecting to see something skimpy and flashy.
He was clearly wanting to show off his acquisition, so what better to have her wear than something eye-catching?
But what she pulled out of the bag caused her to pull up short.
Nestled inside the soft linen bag was a thick, cozy cashmere sweater in a soft cream color.
It had a high turtleneck collar, with a muted vertical pattern in the stitches.
It was gorgeous. Beneath it she saw a brown ribbed high-waisted skirl with jeweled buttons lining the waist. It was almost identical to an outfit she'd packed from home.
Only, this one probably costs ten times as much as this is designer as opposed to the knock off brands she'd become accustomed to.
She pulled them out with slow movements.
This was nothing like what she imagined he would pick out for her.
But it was exactly what she would choose for herself.
She flickered her eyes back to his and saw he was watching her intently.
His hands steepled in front of his mouth.
She averted her gaze and went back into the bag to pull out the rest of the clothing.
She let out a gasp as her eyes fell on to the next item.
Where her clothing was demure and comfortable, the underwear was anything but. Bright red with more straps that she could logically keep track of.
"That is something I am particularly excited to see you in." He murmured, while leaning forward, resting his elbows on his desk. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Typical." She grumbled, while fighting the smirk that threatened to take over her face.
Seeing this alpha male so enthralled by her body is doing something to her inner woman.
Her inner goddess, at that. She liked it.
She liked it a lot. Pulling her shoulders back, she arched her back, so he got the best view possible of her ass.
Before slowly bending down to step into the matching red thong.
His strangled groan was more than reward enough.
As she was bent down, she snuck a peek over at him.
His eyes were devouring the picture she was making.
After she stepped into the undergarment, she slowly rose, pulling the panties up with her.
When the thin line of satin was right at the base of the cheeks of her bottom, she paused and glided it over them inch by glorious inch.
The heavy panting coming from the man behind her did something titillating to her.
She couldn't name what it was, but she knew she liked it.
She played with small hooks that hung from them, clearly meant for connecting to nylons. She rubbed the cold metal along the sensitive skin of her upper thighs.
Once the bottoms were on, she snatched up the bra and turned her body back to him.
Letting him get a full frontal of her body clad in nothing but the lingerie he chose for her.
His eyes were two smouldering, blue coals in his face as they locked onto her breasts.
Her nipples pebbled from the arousal that rushed through her.
She had the power right now, and she loved it.
It's a feeling she'd rarely had before, and she found herself embracing it.
She slowly slipped her arms into the straps of her bra, and then shook her hair out as she reached behind her and snapped the bra in place.
Letting her hair cascade down her back in glorious waves.
With a devilish smirk of her own, she shook her top, pretending she was getting everything in place when, in reality, she was doing it to see Nash bite his lip in restraint.
This may be the opposite of a strip-tease, but it was the most erotic thing she had ever been a part of.
She turned once more to look into the bag, and she saw a pair of thick thigh-highs and a set of garter belts.
Feeling naughty and drunk on power, she grabbed them and walked seductively over to where he was sitting.
Exaggerating the sway of her hips with each step.
His eyes were locked on her as she got closer to him.
When she was within arm's reach, he swiveled his chair to the side and waited to see what she was planning.
With a toss of her hair, she placed her foot on his chair, right between his legs.
He spread his feet apart, giving her more room for whatever she had planned.
The fire burning low in his eyes proof that whatever she was doing, he was all for it.
With slow, provocative movements, she took one pantyhose and placed her foot in it, and settled it back between his legs once more.
She smoothes the silky material up her leg, enjoying the easy glide of cool cloth up her overheated skin.
Once her hands reached her upper thighs, she stepped closer to him.
With a playful nip to her lower lip, she looked at him through her lashes.