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Chapter 7
Shelby
The idea of a date not only perked me up but was quickly making the earlier part of my day seem like a bad dream. I was in the changing room trying on a bunch of things Noah had picked out. He chose things for me I would never pick and considered myself lucky that none of what he chose would make me look three years old.
I exited the changing room in a black fitted-bodice dress with a flared skirt that was slightly reminiscent of an earlier era. Paired with low heels that had black ribbons tied around my ankles. It was simple but super sexy and showed off my minimal curves in the best way.
I strutted out and did a few twirls, allowing the flared skirt to ride dangerously high. “What do you think, D—Noah,” I amended.
Noah was sitting in a Georgian retro chair looking completely out of place, but not the least bit uncomfortable. His eyes darkened when my twirl exposed my lacy boy shorts.
“Careful, little girl. Only I get to see that.”
I giggled, not feeling in the least bit threatened by his dark, steely eyes. More like extremely turned on. Being out on an actual date with Noah was more than I could have hoped for. The inclination to pinch myself every five minutes to know that this was really happening was hard to resist.
“Yes, Sir.” I mock saluted and hurried back into the changing room when he reached out to swat my ass playfully.
I pulled the dress off and undid the shoes, adding the entire ensemble to the must pile. I couldn’t imagine what Noah’s version of spoiling was, and he’d offered no limits as to the number of outfits he would buy, so I just kept adding what I liked to the pile.
My next ensemble was skinny stretch jeans with an off-the-shoulder halter with little daisies around the collar and tan wedges. I took the elastics bows out of my hair and allowed it to fall in waves down my back. Loose hair was a better pairing for the outfit, which gave off a 60s hipster vibe.
I really hoped he liked this because it was my favorite so far, and I wanted to leave the store wearing it. I exited the change room with a little trepidation and laced my fingers in front of me.
“What do you think of this one, Noah?”
He eyed me critically and looked around the vintage store as if searching for something. “Don’t move,” he ordered and came back a few minutes later with a daisy crown and a little tan bolero jacket.
I clapped excitedly when I saw the crown, almost crowing with happiness. He placed the crown on me and sighed.
“You look like a flower goddess with your long hair down like that. Try the jacket.” Once on though, he changed it out with a few others until we both decided on a pale pink jean jacket that had a vintage 80s pin of the Pink Panther on it. Noah added pale pink converse runners to my stack in case my feet got sore from walking in the wedges, and I could change out the shoes. He was so thoughtful and already this date topped my best list by like a hundred and fifty percent.
He gathered up the agreed upon stack and took it up to the counter. I almost had heart failure when the bill came to over $1,600.00, but Noah didn’t bat an eye, just handed over his credit card while a younger woman about my age put everything into several bags.
Noah insisted on carrying the bags and placing them in the trunk. I reached up and pulled his handsome face down for a kiss.
“Thank you. That was the most fun I’ve had in forever.”
Noah seemed surprised at first, his countenance shifting. “You are very welcome, sweet girl.”
“In case I forget to say it later. Thank you for tonight. I already know this date will be the best one of my life.”
My sentiments seemed to sadden him, which had not been my intention, and wishing to divert his attention back to happy Noah, I distracted him with a question.
“What’s next?”
His visage shifted once again, returning to the indulgent Daddy. That was by far his best look. Although I really liked stern Daddy too; he made my panties wet.
“I was thinking Dave & Busters, what do you think?”
“No way!”
“Way!” he answered with a laugh.
“Yes! Please. Oh, I’m so stoked. I’m going to kick your ass, Dad—Noah.”
Noah cupped my chin gently. “You never have to apologize for calling me Daddy as long as you let me call you babygirl.”
I explored the nickname and didn’t feel the usual aversion to it. “You’ve got a deal, Daddy-o.”
