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“Asshole.”
“Tada!” Payton steps into the room and I groan.
“Jesus,” Atlas declares, and I want to say I fucking told you.
She walks in further and does a spin. “I love it so much. The fabric is amazing.”
Then she tugs off the coverall, and both Atlas and I just stare at her.
Holy hell.
The pastel blue bikini is... whatever it is. I don’t care. Her C-cups are wrapped in the soft fabric, looking like two delectable globes. My mouth waters.
Literally waters.
“I’m sorry,” Atlas says quietly.
“You should be,” I grunt.
Payton’s face falls, and I don’t like it. Despite the fact my dick is growing inside my pants, and I want to kill my brother, I need that smile back on her face.
“We are taking those with us,” I say, and her eyes widen suddenly. “You look beautiful. I want you to have them.”
“These are the showroom stock. You can’t take them,” Atlas cries. “Jin will lose his mind.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Thank you, Knox,” Payton says, glancing down at the swimwear. She turns to the mirror, and seeing the yearning in her eyes, I know without a fucking doubt, I’m not walking out of here without it.
“Tell him to ring my boss and lay a complaint.” I smirk.
Atlas lifts his brows.
I never pull rank or do shit like this. I’m a rule follower... well, except for my sexual activities, I guess.
His eyes drift back to Payton and then back to me.
I shake my head.
“Wow. Okay.” He runs a hand over his face. “You need to call me later tonight. I’ll order another sample.”
Good.
Looks like I’m buying this woman an entire fucking wardrobe of Verity & Co.
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PAYTON
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I GET CHANGED and walk back out into the hallway, standing back as Knox chats to more of the teams. He subtly moves in closer to me and I feel his hand on the small of my back.
Does he know he’s doing it?
The heat of his hand makes my eyes fall shut and when I open them, Atlas is standing in front of me with a Verity & Co. bag.
“Thank you,” I say, dropping the bikini and coverall inside.
“I’m having a party this weekend. You should come,” Atlas says.
