“Good morning,” I heard from behind me. Grant’s voice climbed up my spine and caused a full-body shudder. “Good morning,” I said, turning around to face him. He was dressed in an emerald-green dress shirt and black pants that fit him like a second skin. He was so devastatingly handsome. Controlled. Strong. Calm. He was an anchor in the sea.
Next to him, I felt like a stray that had just been brought in from the streets. Not far from the truth.
He winked at me. “Shall we go?” He leaned forward and spoke into my ear. “Away from prying eyes?”
“Yes, please.”
We weren’t going far. Only to the store here at the resort. I’d been in there a few times, only to find that even the smallest token, a key chain or a bookmark, were out of my price range, employee discount accounted for.
This place catered to the richest of the rich and, as we walked in, I suddenly felt out of place in the resort I called home.
“Don’t worry. Everything is on me.”
I nodded, overcome by the expensive things surrounding me. This bubble might burst at any moment. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Let me help.”
Grant, with the attendant’s help, picked out the finest pieces of clothing. Pants. Shirts. Even down to the socks and boxers. I’d never had such nice things in my life and really never expected to. I had small dreams. A home. Stability. Security. Love. A family. Not much else.
This all seemed extravagant for one trip.
“I think you should try them on. We have the sizes right, but things fit differently.”
I looked down at the mountain of pickings. “I don’t…”
Grant looked to the worker beside me and spoke something I couldn’t quite hear. Goddess, this was embarrassing. My ears rang. My heart drummed too loudly. My face flushed with heat and then broke out in a sweat.
Over Grant’s shoulder, I watched as the attendant walked out the door and locked it, flipping the sign to closed as he passed.
“Ches, baby, it’s just me and you now.” He dropped the clothes onto a bench right outside the dressing room and cupped my face. “It’s okay. Breathe.”
I did as he commanded, letting his alpha power seep into my pores and wash away most of the nerves.
My heart slowed. My breathing evened out. “Thank you. I’m okay now.”
“Good. Let’s see how these things fit.”
I tried on everything. Grant insisted I come out with every outfit to show him. My face stayed heated and blushing. I saw it in the mirrors.
I had to admit, the expensive fabrics felt nice on my skin.
“Can I come in and see?” he said after I’d taken a moment to soak all of this in. Tomorrow, he could change his mind and this could all be over.
I gasped. He wanted to come into the dressing room?
“Of…of course.”
The red velvet curtain parted and Grant entered. The room became warmer. His eyes roamed my form. Goose bumps rose on my skin, reacting to his heated stare.
“You’re lovely, omega,” he said, stepping forward.
I looked down, tugging at the thighs of the pants. The last pair. “Yes. They do look good on me.”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Not the pants, Ches. You.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Thank you. You know, I was giving you time to heal and recover after the other night, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to do, if you’d allow me.”
