Christian POV
“I have something for you,” I said to Elizabeth, setting a small black box on the table between us.
She glanced at it suspiciously. “If this is another one of your strange gifts, I’m not interested.”
“Open it.”
Inside was the red thong. The one she wore that night, four years ago. I’d kept it all this time,tucked away like some filthy little trophy. She had left it behind in that hotel room after reality had crashed in on her.
She’d been drunk—stumbling, warm, pliant in my hands—too lost in the haze to realize what she’d done. Too drunk to remember that she’d walked out without her underwear.
She had no idea I was the man from that night.
And I wasn’t about to tell her.
“What’s this?” she asked, flipping open the box. Her brows shot up.
“A red thong? Since when do
