“What?” she asked.
“You weren’t particularly thrilled about the new designer clothes, but you are giddy with excitement at the thought of being able to donate to causes that you care about. You make me happy, Emma, solnyshko.”
“I’m pretty happy right now too, Kon,” she told him, her mind whirling with ideas about whom she would donate the money to.
But moments later, she was blushing to beat the band, because Kon wanted to see Emma in every single piece of lingerie and made no bones about it.
Knowing that each item bought added to her fund for donations, Emma didn’t want to say no, but it was getting ridiculous.
And embarrassing.
“I’m never going to wear something like that,” she muttered as he instructed the designer rep to add a lacy corselette with garters for stockings to Emma’s order.
“Why not?” Kon asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
“For one thing, I don’t wear stockings or pantyhose.”
“But on more formal occasions, you might find that you do.”
“Attached to that corselette? I don’t think so.”
“Only you and I will know you’re wearing something so sexy under your dress,” he promised her.
“And that’s supposed to make it better? I’ll spend the whole time excited or embarrassed, or embarrassed because I’m excited.”
Kon’s expression said he saw no downside.
Emma shook her head. “No, Kon. I already said yes to those ridiculously tiny nightgowns that in no way are intended for sleeping comfortably.”
“I’ll give up one of the nighties if you get the corselette,” he bargained.
“Seriously?” she asked, a little flummoxed that he was so keen for her to wear something like that.
She’d never worn any kind of sexy lingerie before.
“I’m very serious, I promise you.” The expression on his handsome face was enough to make Emma wish the entire entourage of designer reps and models to the moon.
Anywhere but here.
She swallowed. “Okay, I’ll get the corselette.” And she would wear it.
Because that look? That was worth stepping outside her comfort zone.
Konstantin walked into his room after his international conference call negotiating the rights for a new mineral source and nearly swallowed his tongue.
Emma lay on his bed reading a book, wearing one of his shirts. It was not a scene of over-the-top seduction, but the very domesticity of it got to him in ways nothing else would have. She was not even wearing one of the supersexy nightgowns he’d talked her into buying, but his instant erection said his body did not care.
Konstantin cleared his throat and Emma looked up from her book, her gaze unfocused and dreamy.
“Good book?” he asked.
“Yes.” But she set it aside without hesitation, shifting to reveal that she wore a turquoise thong underneath his shirt.
Konstantin made no effort to stifle his groan of appreciation. “I thought you might go straight to bed.”
He’d planned to join her in her room if she had, but didn’t mention that. They’d had sex every night since their first physical reconnection and he had no desire to break that streak.
However, he’d been unable to get out of tonight’s call.