Read Online No Rules by Jenna McCormick - Free Book Online Page A

she took to it like a duck to water whenever the opportunity arose. She might be barefoot and wearing borrowed clothes, but confidence could pull off any ensemble. Passengers nodded politely as they passed by and she offered the same in return.
    Fenton guided her down a long ramp to the level below. The palatial shop that greeted them must have been the trade shop. Colors and fabrics she had no words for bombarded her every which way she turned.
    Fenton would have gone in, but Alison gripped his elbow and pulled him to the side. “Do I have a spending limit?”
    Something that looked a lot like guilt flashed in his eyes, but he buried it quickly in an icy avalanche. “Get whatever you need.”
    â€œYou might regret that.” She warned him once, but the idea of shopping, truly shopping for the first time in over two years, had her bouncing on her toes.
    He didn’t repeat himself, just stared her down. He insisted and she wasn’t about to refuse. Money clearly wasn’t a concern for him. He could probably gamble back whatever she spent in under an hour anyway.
    â€œDon’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    Â 
    How much could one woman possibly need?
    Fenton’s lips parted as he watched Alison swoop through the shops like a cosmic storm. He’d thought her warning over her potential purchases had been unnecessary but as he watched her pick out another pair of ill-advised footwear, he realized he’d underestimated her. She was incredibly fussy, but when she found something she liked, she paid no heed to the price tag. Fenton doubted the overlord himself could have picked out finer items.
    After the first few hours, he leaned against a pillar to wait. A harried-looking clerk asked for his genetic scan, probably hesitant to make any of her demanded alterations before he verified they had enough universal credits to cover the purchase. Fenton prepaid for whatever she would need. Money mattered to him very little, and the genuine pleasure she derived from spending it was worth it.
    He owed her this at least.
    With half the attendants in tow, Alison stood at the eye of a frenetic hurricane. She made a sharp, slashing motion over a purple bolt of cloth indicating a cut, then turned and winked at him. His heart rate sped up with that simple connection and he looked away first.
    â€œExcuse me.” The salesgirl moved forward, handheld scanner aimed at him. “Would you mind standing straight so I can verify your measurements?”
    â€œI don’t need anything.” Fenton scowled.
    â€œYour wife ordered it.” The girl waited patiently. “She said one of your shirts had been damaged and she wanted to replace it.”
    â€œNo need.” He sent the girl off with a wave. His body stirred as he recalled exactly how Alison had damaged his shirt, in a frenzy to get him naked. She pouted prettily at him now, but on this, he would not be moved. With a shake of his head he mouthed the word wife?
    She shrugged and turned back to her minions.
    He’d told her she needed to pretend they were involved, but from the little he knew of Earth customs, a wife was a full-fledged life mate. Even pretending that she was his stirred his possessive instincts. He’d never responded to a woman the way he did Alison, not sexually, nor with the unsettling tenderness that softened his actions. He needed to keep his icy reserve in place. Opening up to her was not an option.
    She’d already forced him to cross too many lines.
    â€œReady?” Alison’s soft voice broke him from his reverie. He blinked, startled at the transformation. She’d donned a bright blue dress, much more ornate than the simple sheath garment she’d been wearing. It caught the light and shimmered with her every move, sluicing over her formidable curves to just below her knees. Her hair was still tied back in a braid, but a length of fabric that matched the dress had been woven into it, creating