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This is gonna take some time to get used to. But I like it so far, love being so close to Mark. Love how much he shows he cares every step of the way even more.
I know there’s one thing I can do that will show him right back, but I gulp and turn red every time I think about it.
I have no idea what I’m doing in bed with a real man as much as I do when he takes me shopping.
How could I possibly wow him, after all, he’s done for me so far?
“Hey,” he whispers in my ear, bending down as he helps me out of the car. “None of that,” he says calmly, reading my thoughts as if they were words off a page.
“There’s a place here where we can get clothes and luggage,” he adds quickly, making me feel less awkward and more like a queen on a tour with her king.
Yeah, you can buy everything in a boutique brand name store, who knew?
I knew, but I’ve never dreamed of even being able to afford to walk through the door let alone buy anything.
“Doctor Love,” A shrill, overly excited voice calls out. A handsome enough man in a perfect suit minces down a short flight of steps, his eyes wide once he sees Mark but narrowing when they finally settle on me.
Mark explains the situation, briefly. And in seconds I can tell Mark’s a regular customer.
Client, I think they’d say.
People who spend that much are usually called clients, aren’t they?
“Evelyn and I are leaving for Bermuda directly. We just need the basics for a few days, and some luggage, Paul,” Mark clips, like he’s ordering from a drive-through window.
Our assistant turns his head while he listens, nodding as his eyes dart in his head. Making his own decisions about what his regular client might be most satisfied with.
He promises to return, and I murmur to Mark, “How many other girls have you taken to Bermuda?” I regret it as soon as I say it.
I’m trying to be funny, but I can see the near hurt in Mark’s eyes as the assistant returns with an equally sharply dressed female assistant.
“Daphne,” she says softly, almost bowing and making me blush.
She looks perfect, but Mark doesn’t even blink, doesn’t even look at her. He’s only interested in holding my gaze with his.
“Don’t go too far,” is all he says, keeping his eyes on mine before Daphne invites me to follow her so she can take us to the obvious female side of the huge store, which looks like a vaulted safe that’s been opened in bright sunlight.
Everything’s perfect, designer and expensive, shimmering like treasure in front of my eyes.
With a surgical precision of her own, Daphne makes some suggestions of what I might like to look at first.
I fall in love with all of it, but at her suggestion, she invites me to make my own choices.
“We have more styles and colors, anything you want,” she says.
“Uh… There are no prices on anything,” I stammer, noticing the lack of size labels too. “And I’m not sure I’ll fit into-”
“Try something on,” Daphne assures me, with the air of someone who’s no slouch when it comes to knowing her job, or being able to read my taste.
Pressing a few things into my hands, she leads me to a private dressing room, where champagne and what looks like a buffet are waiting.
I don’t drink, and the thought of food right now is just bleh.
My whole stomach’s in a knot.
I feel stupid.
Until I slip into the first thing she’s chosen.
A swimsuit.
Then a light summer dress, then slacks and then jeans…
Everything fits perfectly and although I’d normally feel like a pig wearing any swimsuit, the lighting and mirrors are just right enough for me to think this might the right one for me.
If I can get the same in black.
Chapter Sixteen
Mark
I like the best of everything, but I really am the easiest guy to shop for.
I keep trying to find Evelyn as I scan the other side of the huge boutique store, but eventually have to tell myself she’s in safe hands here.
I can’t have her with me every second of every single day.
Why the hell not?
I sure do feel it already though whenever she’s out of arm’s reach, and I know it’s something I’m not liking so far.
She’ll have to get used to having whatever she wants, spoiled rotten. And I guess I’ll have to accept the fact that sometimes, maybe just sometimes, Evelyn will have to go do her own thing from time to time.
Like, go to the ladies and maybe be out of the room for a minute or two.
I guess I can live with that.
I’ve picked out a small wheeled suitcase and filled it with everything I guess I’ll need.
