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I nod and come back in. My being here doesn’t seem to faze Melinda. I’m sure she fits dresses with women and their partners all the time. But for me, sitting in a chair at the side of the room while Nina slips out of her sleep clothes and into the first dress, it’s intimate in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
My eyes follow every curve. Her breasts, her hips, the soft crease where her ass meets the tops of her thighs.
I lean back in my chair and let myself look. I’m hard, and when Nina’s eyes flick to me in the mirror, I don’t bother hiding it. All I can think about is how easy it would be to slip her out of the bra and panties she’s standing in between dresses.
“What do you think?” She turns to model a black cocktail dress. It’s sexy as fuck.
The sequins sparkle in the morning light. The hem stops just above her knees, with a little tulle peeking out beneath the skirt.
“It’s lovely,” I say, which is a hell of a lot more polite than what I’m thinking.
She wrinkles her nose at her reflection. “I’m not sure it’s really me, though.”
“Then try another.” I motion for Melinda to unzip the next garment bag. “We’ve got all morning. Wear whatever makes you happy.”
She catches my eye in the mirror and does a little twirl. She’s having fun. Good.
The problem is, the more she enjoys herself, the harder it is to keep myself in check. She could wear a burlap sack, and I’d still want her. Her unbrushed brown waves spill over her shoulders and down her back, and with every dress, my self-control slips a little more.
“Two left,” Melinda says, reaching for the next garment bag. “You’ve got some good contenders already, so after these, you can make your choice, and we’ll start the fitting.”
The moment she pulls out a long crimson silk gown, Nina gasps.
“It’s stunning,” she whispers, stepping into it. “And it looks like Christmas.”
Melinda laughs. “I believe the color is Holiday Red.”
The dress is floor-length, sleeveless, and fitted, and the silk hugs Nina’s figure perfectly, even before it’s tailored. When she turns around, I forget what I was about to say.
“What do you think?” She’s beaming.
“It’s stunning.” I hold her gaze. “You’re stunning.”
Her smile grows even wider, and she turns to Melinda with a decisive nod. “This one. I want this one.”
“It’s the perfect choice!” Melinda reaches for the sewing kit at her feet.
While Melinda pins the places that need tailoring, I stay in my chair and watch.
“That’s everything I need!” Melinda starts packing up the other dresses. “Go ahead and slip out of it, and I’ll get it tailored. My assistant will drop it off in a couple of hours.”
Melinda takes the red dress, leaving Nina in her bra and panties again, her pajamas on the bed behind me. Then she glances at me, clearly expecting me to walk her out.
I’m in no hurry to leave this room. Luckily, her phone rings.
“Oh! I need to take this. I’ll see myself out, if that’s okay. I’ll have the dress back to you as soon as possible.”
“Of course. Thank you.”
She nods and leaves. Her heels click down the stairs.
Nina stares at me for a few seconds, frozen. She’s standing in her underwear, and neither of us is pretending not to notice.
“Would you hand me my pajamas? They’re right behind you on the bed. You can just toss them over.”
I stand.
The second I’m on my feet, Nina’s eyes drop to my pants, and her lips part.
