Forged of Steele Bundle (Books 1-4) - Brenda Jackson [285]
“Cameron, I asked what you thought.”
Her words reclaimed his attention. He tapped his fingers on his knee. This would be another one he didn’t like. It showed too much breast. Hell, her twin globes were pouring out of it and the swath of light overhead was making it nearly impossible not to notice the hardened tips of her nipples pressing against the fabric. This dress would make a lot of women jealous. But it was the men he was worried about. Men would see her in this dress and immediately want to take her out of it.
“I don’t like it,” he finally said.
“Why?”
Last time, with the skirt, he hadn’t given her a reason and she’d decided to purchase it anyway. Maybe if he told her why he didn’t particularly care for this dress, she wouldn’t buy it. “It shows too much cleavage. Your breasts are all but pouring out of it.”
He then dragged his gaze over the rest of her and said, “The outfit leaves very little to the imagination. It’s clinging to you like a second layer of skin. A man will look at you in that dress and immediately think of sex.”
She glanced down at herself in the outfit. “You think so?”
“Hell, yeah.”
She glanced back up, met his gaze and smiled. “In that case I think I’ll take it.”
Cameron immediately saw red and wondered if steam was coming out of his ears. Before he had a chance to say anything, she had darted back into the dressing room. She was lucky they were in a public place or he would be striding into that dressing room to teach her a lesson about tempting him.
He was about to settle back in his chair to wait for her to come out wearing yet another outfit when his cell phone rang. The caller ID indicated it was Xavier. “Yes, X, what’s going on?”
“The main office at Global Petroleum was broken into last night. Security has been tight there for the past few days so we figure it might have been an inside job. A McMurray loyalist. We’re discovering he had quite a few.”
Cameron tightened his grip on the cell phone. “Was anything taken?”
“No, just a mess made with papers scattered all about. But a message was left for you, smeared on the wall.”
Cameron rubbed the bridge of his nose. “What did it say?”
“Told you to give the company back to McMurray or you’ll be sorry. Kurt told me to let you know that he’s determined to find the person responsible.”
Cameron nodded. There was no doubt in his mind that Kurt would find the person or die trying. “Okay, keep me posted.”
“Do you want me to advise Kurt to let the local police know what’s going on?”
“No, not yet. If we go to the authorities it will eventually get leaked to the papers. If the person is a McMurray loyalist then that’s what they’re counting on. Free publicity. I don’t intend to oblige them.”
“All right. I’ll get back to you if anything else comes up.”
Cameron clicked off the phone at the exact moment a rustling sound caught his attention. Glancing up, he saw the outfit Vanessa was now wearing. It had to be made of the flimsiest material ever created. He immediately came to his feet. “No. Hell no,” he said, almost growling. “I don’t like it.”
He couldn’t believe someone would design such a thing for public wear. It was so thin he could even see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The dark area between her legs clearly showed that.
An innocent smile touched her lips. “What do you mean you don’t like it?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Just what I said, Vanessa. I don’t like it.”
She placed her hands on her hips and he saw that the top part of the dress was just as transparent as the bottom. She might as well have been standing there naked. “In that case it’s a good thing you don’t have to wear it because I happen to like it,” she said. “And I’m getting it.”
She turned around to leave and he called out to her, annoyed. “I thought you wanted my opinions.”
She turned back around. “I do.”
Cameron frowned, puzzled. “Then please explain why the outfits that I don