16
I'm rushing through City Chic looking for a robe. I tried to convince Beau to go grab a coffee and even tried to send him into a big-name bookstore so he wouldn't follow me in the store. Nothing worked, he insisted. Now, I am dashing through the lingerie department of my favorite store with a movie star trailing behind me.
I've seen at least three new bras that I'd already have if he wasn't with me.
I finally settle on two robes. One is short, silky and purple, the other is long fuzzy gray cashmere. He looks at both choices and smiles. I look back once more at the blush pink strappy bra that has thin double straps over the shoulder with a Demi cup and two more thin straps crossing over the top of the breast and dips to the low plunging center. It almost looks like jewelry. I need it. I've convinced myself that if I don't get it now, it'll be gone. I'll never see it again.
I look over at him, "I just have to check." I rush to the rack hoping to find one in my size. I'm in luck, but now the dark gray balconette with the white satin piping has caught my eye. I need that one too.
Abandoning Beau, I look at every rack making sure I'm not missing anything. I hastily grab a few cheeky panties that will match. I look over and see Beau standing, staring at me while holding my two robes. My own arms are full with a least six new bras. I don't even remember handing over the robes to him.
"I looked in your closet, you know? Admitting you have a problem is the first step." His smile is huge. I almost put them all back. I do have a problem, but there are much worse problems than having a slight underwear addiction. There's really not much better than new bras and panties, and they make me feel good.
I squint my eyes while holding my loot protectively, "Yes, I like pretty lingerie. But it wasn't always easy finding beautiful bras and panties that fit me, and it could be worse." I keep my head high as I pass him, snatching the robs from his hands as I walk up to the counter.
The attendant is a six-foot-two bombshell. Moxy is the name she goes by. She greets me with vigor just like always as I place my haul on the counter. She gives me a sly smile, then looks over my shoulder to Beau.
She wiggles her perfectly sculpted brows, "Gurl, you finally bring your man in here. I knew all that bull about not having one was a joke. A beauty like you needs a few.” She nods, “Well at least one that looks like that.” She leans back and gives an over the top snap, “Dae-yum—he is fine”— she sighs and looks back to me, head tilting to the side, “Do you share, and more importantly will he bottom?"
The cough I hear from Beau makes my lips turn up, "Oh Moxy he's more of a top.” I sigh dramatically, “And unfortunately, I don't share well, you understand?" I say with a Cheshire grin. I am tempted to tease Beau, let him sweat a bit, but I’m not sure how he will respond, with his past.
"Yeah, I got a few I keep to myself too,” she nods knowingly. “You ever wanna trade you, let big Moxy know."
I work hard to keep my face serious, "You know, I just might do that." I add thoughtfully.
Beau's growl doesn't go unheard by either of us, and we both lose it, our carefree performance for him abandoned. I laugh so hard, I can't breath. Moxy is the first to compose herself, stopping her loud guffaw to blow Beau a kiss from her expertly painted lips.
Beau places his hand on the back of my neck, massaging lightly as he bends down.
He speaks close to my ear, but not at all quietly, "Top is right sweets, and I don’t share either.” He gives Moxy a sultry wink, before kissing my temple. Both me and Moxy are puddles on the floor.
She looks right at me as Beau saunters over to the front door and says, "He's a keeper.".
"Yeah," I say wistfully, hoping I’ll be able to hold on to him.
The walk home is quiet. Beau carries my bags the whole way. He seems to get nervous when the crowd thickens, moving close to me. Our bodies brush with every step. No one notices the celebrity walking among them, as we weave our way through the throng of people.
When we reach my building, I look up to where I expect the new camera to be and don't see any indication of a lens.
My head tilts in confusion, "I know there's a camera, but I can't find it." Beau is close over my shoulder, so when he steps forward and lifts his arm to point, I feel his hard chest graze my back. I try to ignore the tingle that races up my spine and fail miserably.
Beau's nose nudges my hair away from my cheek as he gets unnecessarily close and says, "It’s right over there, you see it?" I swallow thickly and whimper while stepping forward.
Trying to make light of my ridiculous hormonal response to him, I croak, "Yup, now I see it. Don't know how I missed it really."
I hastily open the door to put more distance between us. I blow out a breath, wondering how I've found myself in such a crazy situation. A possible stalker and a movie star as my—my what, my friend, my—oh God, let’s stop that train of thought right now.
A small giggle escapes me at the absurdity of my musings. He isn't my anything.
"What's so funny?" he asks. I can hear the smile in his voice.
"Just being silly," I dismiss.
Now that we're back at my place an awkward tension fills me. What now?
Beau solves my dilemma quickly by taking my bags and emptying them on the bed, "You gonna show me what you got?" A naughty grin spreads across his handsome face. I scoff and toss my purse onto the table by my door.
"I don't want to subject you to myproblem. I won't be anyone's gateway," I smirk and walk to the kitchen to fix something for dinner. Thankfully, I ordered enough yesterday to throw something together.
