There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

discomfort.
I have no idea the purpose of this. Still, I go along with it. Cole is so odd that
almost nothing surprises me anymore.
Obediently, I follow him out so I can watch him swipe his credit card for a
sum that eclipses my entire net worth, including the painting I just sold.
Breathless, I say, “Well, I guess we should head over to the studio …”
“Not even close,” Cole laughs.
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not done shopping.”
“What could you possibly—”
“Come on.” He grabs my hand, dragging me along.
So begins the second half of our shopping spree, wherein Cole attempts to
clean out Neiman Marcus in a single afternoon. I tire of arguing with him
long before he tires of swiping his card. He buys me earrings, necklaces,
perfume, cosmetics, shoes, and a collection of lingerie so scandalous that it
would make Joseph Corré blush.
I can hardly focus on the purchases because Cole is amusing himself in an
entirely different way.
It starts as I’m sampling a selection of perfumes laid out by the willowy
blonde who accosted us on our way in the door. She’s wafting a sample of
Maison Francis Kurkdjian beneath my nose when I feel a sudden buzzing in
my nether regions. I jerk upright, almost slicing off my nose via paper cut.
“What the hell!” I gasp.
I whirl around, finding Cole with his hands in his pockets and an artfully
constructed expression of innocence on his face.
“Mosquito bite?” he says.
My face is burning and my knees are going wobbly beneath me. The buzzing
has dialed down to a low thrum, steady and insistent. I see Cole’s hand