Page 84 of Wicked Design
The sound opened his heart even more and touched his soul. To live without her was unthinkable. He wasn’t about to try.
Once he’d snapped on the cuffs, he positioned her to face the advancing throng. “Don’t move. Be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get a prop.” He ran from table to table and finally found what he wanted at an American Indian jewelry display.
The wrinkled woman behind the table smiled. “Do you like Hopi and Navajo?”
“Love them. How much do you want for your pole?” He pointed.
“The one holding up my sign?”
“Yeah. If you move the other two, you don’t need the third. I can help so your banner still looks good. I’ll give you twenty bucks for the pole.”
“Fifty.”
It wasn’t worth two. “Thirty.”
“Cash.”
“You bet.” He handed over the money, made sure her sign looked good, and returned to Clover.
She eyed the pole. “What’s that for?”
“To display you.” He put it in front of her table. “By any chance, did you bring a hammer and nails?”
“Yeah. To hang my banner.” She inclined her head.
He pounded two nails into the top of the pole then draped the links between her cuffs over them to support her wrists. “Lower your eyes and look meek like I’m a Dom about to auction you off to the lusty crowd or punish you for their enjoyment.”
Her blush deepened. “Someone’s been reading X-rated romances.”
More like he watched porn online. “Let me do the talking. Okay?”
She nodded.
A young couple passed. The woman did a double take and returned, pulling the guy with her. She smiled at the cuffs. “Are those what I think they are?”
“Depends.” Van Gogh stroked the items. “If you’re talking about Clover Cuffs, the hottest thing to hit the East and West Coasts, then you’d be right. You can use them to play with a significant other or wear them as jewelry.” He showed her the dragon and double snake ones.
She lifted both pieces to the light. “I can see these hanging from a belt loop or a purse.”
“Clover’s clients also hang them on the wall above their beds.”
The guy grinned. “I’d like that.”
“You would.” Grinning, she bumped his arm and tried on the dragon one. “Do I need a key to get this off?”
“Let’s ask Clover, the designer.” Van Gogh turned the floor over to her.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement and delight. “Once you have them on, tug hard. They’ll open easily.”
“Nice touch. How many of these do you have available?”
“How many do you want?”
She and the woman put their heads together and agreed on the order. After ringing up the sale, Clover handed over the receipt. “Your cuffs will ship in three weeks.”
