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I’m stumped. How many gowns could I possibly need? “I’m not sure. I guess three or four formal things and five or six casual outfits? I also need lingerie. Now that, I have to get a lot of.”
Tessa clucks. “Lingerie happens to be my specialty. We’ll do that last, though. I always like to match lingerie to outerwear because it gives a woman such a sassy feeling. You know what I’m talking about, right?”
In fact, I don’t, but I smile weakly.
“Sure. I appreciate your help, by the way. As you can tell, I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“No worries!” Tessa sings. “Shopping can be overwhelming and I’m here to help. So, what kind of formalwear do you prefer? Dresses? Suits?”
Oh shit. Are there actually formal suits?
“I think I’ll be more comfortable in dresses,” I mumble. “But maybe one suit just in case?”
Tessa nods knowingly. “I like how you think. How about colors? Are you a vibrant person or do you keep it subtle?”
“I’m definitely subtle.”
“Perfect.”
The blonde woman flits from rack to rack, throwing various gowns over her arm. There are far more than “a few” outfits here. I’m starting to get worried we’ll be buying the entire boutique.
“Alright, let’s see how these look on you,” Tessa sings, leading me to a private dressing room. “Let’s take a peek, shall we? Then we’ll narrow it down from these.”
I try on a few things and feel oddly pretty, actually. Standing in front of the mirror, the saleslady surveys my figure and clucks with approval.
“Now you do have a nice form, don’t you?” she asks. “Proportioned so well and generous too. These look beautiful on you, darling.”
We end up with four dresses, two formal suits, and a bunch of jeans, sweaters, tops and skirts. I’m happy with the selection and even happier to be nearing the end of this shopping excursion. But oh right. There’s still the lingerie. It’s a little awkward to be looking at such lace fripperies with another woman, but Tessa picks out a dozen sets in various colors of the rainbow, and we’re set. This time when I approach Travis, I’m empty handed, and his eyebrows rise again.
“I’m ready to check out now.”
“Good,” he nods. “Let’s go see what you have.”
I gesture to the heaps of clothing lying next to the cash register, and to my consternation, Travis actually gets up and begins looking through them. The lingerie sets are on top, and he holds up a particularly racy pair of panties.
“No crotch, honey?” he asks, one eyebrow raised at me. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
Immediately, I go cherry red. “Well, um, um …”
He merely chuckles, although there’s a bulge forming at his crotch. Not only that, but I’m getting moist too. OMG, what was Tessa thinking? But I can’t blame her because I know I slipped that pair into the pile myself.
The handsome billionaire merely puts down the panties with another knowing grin and takes out his credit card.
“We’ll take it all,” he announces, and just like that, it’s done. The numerous bags are loaded into the car, and there are so many that a few packages will have to be directly delivered to the mansion. As I get into the McLaren, I cast a sideways glance at Travis.
“Thank you for everything,” I murmur.
He smiles, but then shoots me a look so hot that I gasp.
“Don’t mention it. Just remember, darling, that everything has a price. These pretty clothes? They’re nothing compared to what you’ll be giving me.”
I blush because Travis’s words leave no doubt. He wants my body, and the truth is that now, I want to share my curves with him.
6
Travis
* * *
When we get back to my house, I have my butler bring Caitlin’s bags up to her room.
“Go ahead and put your things away and get changed. We’re going out to lunch, sweetheart. I’m starved.”
“Sure,” she nods. “How long do I have?”
“No more than twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be back.”
Caitlin disappears upstairs. Meanwhile, I settle on the couch in my den while I wait. Buster is at my feet gnawing at a new chew toy and he looks up before bobbing his head at me. It’s as if he approves of the new resident in our home.
Less than twenty minutes later, the curvy girl is back downstairs wearing a short yellow sundress, and she’s stunning. The neck is in a u-shape, hinting at her luscious décolletage, and her long legs are bare and creamy. I’d love to press a kiss to them right now, but instead, I merely nod.
“You look amazing,” I growl. Shit, my voice doesn’t sound quite normal, but she just giggles.
“Thanks. I wasn’t sure about the sundresses at first, but Tessa insisted.”
“It’s perfect, and that saleslady deserves a raise. Are you ready for lunch?”
“Yes, I’m starving!” she laughs.
We take the same car to a restaurant in downtown Medina. I have four others to choose from, but the McLaren is my personal favorite because of its gull-wing doors. Don’t tell my other vehicles.
