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“No,” his nose wrinkled in thought. “But you’re very stubborn.”
“And you aren’t?” I raised a brow.
“Baby, I’m a go with the flow kind of guy.”
I laughed, heading inside a clothing store.
I scanned through the clothes, pondering what I’d like to wear.
“Hey, look at this!” Trace called from across the store, earning us a glare from the woman working there.
“Trace, keep your voice down,” I scolded, heading his way.
“Sorry,” he grinned so I knew he really wasn’t all that sorry.
“What did you find?” I stopped in front of him, waiting for him to show me.
He pulled out a hanger, showing me a floral corset.
I paled. “No way. I’m not wearing a corset,” I shook my head adamantly.
“Aw, come on, Olivia. You have the body for it. Please,” he pouted, “for your husband?”
I closed my eyes, willing myself not to give into his demands.
“What would I wear with it?” I argued.
His smile was triumphant. “This,” he pulled out a blush colored high waisted skirt. It kind of reminded me of a tutu, but not as poufy.
“And tell me, how did you come to pick this out? You’re not exactly the most fashionable guy,” I pointed at his plaid shirt.
“It was on one of the mannequins in the window,” he admitted with a small shrug of his lean shoulders, “and I thought it would look hot on you. Especially with those shoes,” he pointed.
I turned to see the mannequin he was talking about. It was dressed in the corset and skirt with aqua blue high heels.
“I’ll die in those,” I stated. “They have to be at least four inches.”
“I would never let you fall,” he sighed, in exasperation. “Will you please wear it?”
It was pretty cute.
“Fine,” I agreed, after making him sweat it for a moment. “I’ll wear it.”
“Good,” his eyes darkened and his voice grew husky, “because as much as I want to see you in it, I’m going to enjoy taking it off of you even more later.”
I shivered at his promising tone.
“Go grab the shoes and I’ll meet you at the register,” he said, already striding away. “If you see anything else you want, get it,” he called.
I shook my head, chuckling at his bossiness.
I found the shoes in my size and tucked the box under my arm. The store had a lot of cute clothes that kept catching my eye, and while I knew Trace would buy me anything I desired, I didn’t want that. I didn’t like being spoiled. It made me feel…dependent. I knew Trace was only being sweet, but I liked working and having my own money to buy things. I understood he had the money to blow, but I’d rather he buy himself something, not me.
“Didn’t see anything else?” He asked, when I met him at the register.
“No,” I smiled.
The look he gave me told me that he didn’t believe me.
