Flesh: Part Nine (The Flesh Series Book 9) Read Online Free PDF

footing and glancing back towards the
door. Walter seems puzzled, and all I can do is give him an
apologetic look as Lucian leads us away.
    “ Are
you alright?” I ask in a hushed whisper, trying to hide my
discontent. That was completely rude, walking away from Walter like
that.
    “ I'm
fine. I just don't feel like dealing with someone who is going to
hard sell me on something I'm already planning on buying.” He
lets go of my wrist as we approach the stairs.
    “ I
don't think the bed I want for your bedroom is upstairs.” I
glance around the bottom floor, desperately trying to locate the bed
that Lucian picked out before I'm forced away from the area.
    “ I
don't care. He's not upstairs.” Lucian throws his thumb over
his shoulder in Walter's direction.
    I can't help but
wonder if they know each other. Lucian's acting really weird and he
sounds almost disdainful towards Walter.
    A stifled sigh
leaves my throat as I follow him up the curving staircase. As soon as
we get upstairs, we're greeted by all of the children's beds. My eyes
instantly fix on Lucian's face, wondering if being around kids' stuff
fazes him since losing his son. If it does, I can't tell. His
expression is completely deadpan, though he does take long strides
away from the area.
    I trail behind him,
having no idea where we're going. Inwardly, I grumble. This isn't how
this was supposed to go at all. At some point, we need to go back
downstairs and get those papers from Walter. If I had them, we could
go explore on our own. Otherwise, this is going to take us a while.
    We walk past the
children's beds into an area with futons. This particular furniture
store keeps their high-end products downstairs. I already know
there's nothing Lucian would like up here.
    “ None
of the furniture you're going to want is up here.” I wrap my
arms around myself and tap my foot on the carpet, wondering what his
problem is.
    “ How
do you know?” He doesn't even look at me, his eyes scanning the
room for...I have no idea what.
    “ Because
we've already gone over this at length, remember?” I can barely
keep the annoyance from my voice.
    “ Maybe
my tastes have changed.” He shrugs, continuing deeper into the
store.
    I sigh but continue
to follow him, trying to figure out where he's going. We head to the
very back of the top floor where mattresses are stacked and the
actual bedroom suites are sparse. Lucian wiggles his way behind a
room divider and stops in front of a white bedroom suite that looks
like it would fit perfectly in a teenager's bedroom.
    “ This
one,” he says with a smirk.
    You've got to be
kidding me. “ This isn't
even a king size bed,” I point out.
    “ I'm
well aware of that.” He cocks his head to the side, looking at
me as if he thinks I'm stupid.
    “ No,
Lucian. Just no.” I close my eyes, trying to keep my
frustration at bay.
    “ No?”
he laughs softly, and I feel his fingertips brush against my side,
causing my eyes to fly open. He draws me into his arms, and I
instantly look around to make sure no one is watching.
    I can't see anything
with all of the room dividers separating this display from everything
else. It's as if the furniture store was hiding it. Like they knew
that no one would buy it, so they didn't even bother keeping it out
in the open.
    “ May
I remind you that I'm the client, Miss Underwood. You're supposed to
be doing what I say.” There's a darkness in Lucian's voice that
sends a shiver rolling down my spine.
    I point to the bed,
scowling at it. “Lucian, that bed is hideous. This isn't what
we discussed, and I'm not letting you buy it.”
    “ Well
aren't you Miss Bossy today.” He pulls me even closer, and I
can feel my heart beating fiercely as my breasts press against his
chest.
    “ Lucian.”
I place my palms on the front of his shirt, trying to push him away.
Like a wall of stone, he doesn't budge. “Be serious for a
minute.”
    “ I
am being serious. Very serious.” He nips at my earlobe.
    I try