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I check out the pink ones first and automatically nix them. We aren’t playing Barbie dress up here. It’s like her mom wants her to be uncomfortable. Pink is okay, but not like this.
There’s an empty rack on the other side of the dressing rooms, and assuming it’s for the rejects, I hang the pink dresses on it. By the time she opens the curtain again, I’ve added five more things to the reject rack.
I scope out Greer, this time in a black dress, and shake my head. Seriously? It’s unflattering around the hips and frumpy.
“Take that thing off and give me the rest of the crap you’ve brought in there with you.” She gapes at me, but I ignore her. Clearly she needs my help with this.
I sift through the rack and pull out two things that will work nicely for her. One is a gold cocktail dress, which I’m sure she’ll be able to wear to one of the fancy pants dinners Drew will be making for her family and friends, and the other is a white, filmy dress with spaghetti straps that will probably hit her at mid-thigh.
I shove them into Greer’s arms and then without her permission, I enter her dressing room and grab everything hanging up in there. Greer doesn’t make a peep as I walk past her and dump everything back on the original rack.
I hear the curtain close behind me as I get to work. Everything else on the rack is a bust, so I decide to wander the store. I made sure to check the sizes on the tags so I know what she needs.
The store is actually way snobbier than I had originally imagined, and I don’t want to see Greer in half this rich mom socialite crap.
I can feel Patricia’s eyes on me while I sift through folded skirts on a table, looking for some in Greer’s size. I find two cute short skirts, one in red and the other in white, and pull them out of the piles. I find three pairs of jean shorts that her ass will look phenomenal in and add them to my pile. This shopping gig is way easier than I originally thought it’d be. I mean, I have two sisters, for fuck’s sake.
I actually feel Patricia approach when I make it to the racks of bathing suits. She has this way of making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Okay, so I know I might look like a pervert standing here looking at bathing suits with an armload full of clothes for the woman who is my charge today, but fuck Patricia, she can mind her own damn business.
The woman sidles up next to me, and her breast brushes against my arm.
She rubs her palm along my hip and purrs, “Is there anything over here that you might like me to try on and model for you? I’d be happy to put whatever you like on.” She leans more of her weight onto me, making me tense up. “I’m sure little Miss Priss will be busy for a while trying on all those clothes her mommy wanted for her. We’ve got time.”
The sad thing is two weeks ago, I might have taken her up on the offer and banged her in the back room before getting back to my job. But after the shit that girl pulled on Brady, I’m not interested in casual hookups with strangers that could potentially come back to bite me in the ass. And after seeing Greer in that bikini yesterday, she’s the only person I’m interested in modeling anything for me, even though I know I shouldn’t be. But looking and not touching is allowed, right? Even with the boss’s daughter.
What in the hell is with these cougars today? As I said, I have nothing against older women, but desperation is the opposite of sexy, believe me.
Ignoring her, I pull out a light pink one piece with a back that’s almost entirely exposed, and I’m sure it’ll give her great cleavage. Now this is the kind of pink I can see Greer wearing.
I see her before Patricia does, therefore the hag is still hanging off me.
“Did they fit?” I ask. I want to see her in that white dress. I want to fuck her in it too. I take a deep breath. Dude, I need to calm the fuck down. This hard-on I have for Greer is only going to mean trouble.
“What?” Patricia asks, and I shrug out of her hold.
She sputters as I walk away from her and hold up the bathing suit for Greer’s inspection, only she’s not looking at it or me. Her eyes are on Patricia, and for once she actually looks mean.
Oh boy.
Could that be jealousy I see lurking in those gorgeous eyes of hers? I’ll be damned. Maybe I am getting somewhere with her after all. Not that I should get anywhere, but I like the idea of having the same effect on her that she has on me.
“Greer?”
“What? Oooh.” Patricia’s face pinches unhappily when she spots where I’m looking before wiping the look clean away and smiling brightly with false cheer.
I don’t know how this woman makes any money since she seems more interested in chasing after dick than she is in making actual sales.
Greer clears her throat. “They both fit fine.” She gestures to the pile of clothes in my hands. “Are you planning on trying those on?”
Ha. Ha.
Greer has jokes today. I’m glad to see some of that spark is back.
“No, smartass. They are for you. They should be the right size, and if you think they’ll fit, let’s get them and those two dresses and move on to the next shop. This one’s a little stuffy for your taste.” And mine, but I don’t mention that part out loud.
Beside me, Patricia sputters again, looking as if she’d been sucking on a lemon, but I ignore her and move right to Greer.
I take the two dresses on hangers from her hands and turn to thrust my entire loot into Patricia’s arms.
