Dmitri glances up and freezes. He takes in the shirt I’m wearing andinstantly, I realize that I’m not just wearing a random shirt; I’m wearing hisshirt.
Why the f**k would Bee do that to me?
I wait for him to comment, but instead, he looks back down at his pastry.Though the kneading gets a lot more aggressive.
“So!” Bee says brightly. “How was the shopping trip?”
“It was fine,” I mumble. “I didn’t find anything.”
“Yes, she did,” Dmitri interjects. “Expect a delivery this evening.”
I gawk at him open-mouthed. “Pardon me? What did you buy?”
He shrugs, slamming his fist into the dough with a vengeance. “Everythingyou looked at.”
“Oh my God. How much did that cost?”
“You don’t need to concern yourself with the bill.”
“Yes, I do! I don’t need you spend
