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“What about this one?” He pulled a dress from a rack. It was silk and an obnoxious shade of yellow. I blanched.
“Definitely not.” I hated the yellow. I was not a bottle of mustard or a lemon. No yellow for me, thank you very much.
Simon shook his head, smiling as he rolled his eyes. “We’ve gone through over twenty dresses,” he teased with no malice or venom in his tone.
“I want to find one that is perfect. None of these have been perfect.” I shrugged. Before meeting the guys, I would have just bought the cheapest dress. Now that I knew what it was like to be loved, I wanted to please them with my choice.
“Oh.” That’s when I found it. The dress was beautiful. It was floor length with a small train. The smooth black fabric glittered gold in the light from the intricate stitching and pattern of the weave. It was low cut and would show off the girls spectacularly. “Simon?”
His eyes settled on the dress, and he whistled. “Yeah. That’s the one.” He gestured for one of the retail workers. “Can we get this dress?”
“I still need to try it on.” Amused, I put my hand on his arm.
“It’s your size.” Simon moved my hand to hold it. “We can get it tailored if we need to. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t picture you in anything else.”
The worker took the dress gently off its hook. “This has matching heels and a clutch, would you like those as well?”
“Yes, please.” I answered before Simon could, knowing how he and the others would feel about me wearing heels. When he looked at me with his brows drawn, I seized his hand.
“I have a week to get them broken in. Plus, I don’t plan on running in them, or walking long distances. I’ll even concede and bring a pair of flats with me to the event if my feet get too sore.”
His brows smoothed, and he smiled. “Alright, love.” He kissed my knuckles. “Let’s get the dress and head home.”
He looked like he was plotting something but I just shrugged. Whatever he wanted to do, I’d be for it since he went dress shopping with me. It was a fun afternoon for just the two of us to spend alone time together.
When I went to hand over my credit card, Simon beat me to it. I sighed, knowing not to fight him on it. They spoiled me.
“Dinner is on me, at least?” I laughed as Simon wrapped his arms around my middle. He buried his face in my neck, and my pulse skyrocketed at the small brush of his lips on my skin.
“I have an idea. Let’s get back to the car.” His purr was loud in my ear and sent a shiver of pleasure straight down my spine.
A wicked smile curved my lips as I thought of an even better idea.
* * *
SIMON
I had a private word with Charles, who smiled knowingly. “Don’t give me that look.”
Charles fought back his laughter with a hand over his mouth as he shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Simon.” His expression softened, and he laid a hand on my shoulder. “She makes you all happy, and that’s what we’ve all wanted for you.”
Charles was Mary’s–our housekeeper/organizer–husband, and the pair had been working for us for almost ten years, and before that they worked for Elias’ family. They knew how long we’d waited to find our omega, and they couldn’t be happier with Alena in the house with us.
It hadn’t just been Charles and Mary that Alena had wrapped around her finger. All of our long-term staff had fallen head over heels for her.
Just like we had.
“Let’s go before I embarrass her.”
Charles nodded, giving me a knowing wink before he slipped into the driver's seat. He had the partition raised when I slipped into the soft leather seat beside Alena.
I grasped her hand and brought her knuckles to my lips. “I have a feeling you’re going to kill Xavier with that dress. Bet you a hundred dollars he demands to skip the party so he can carry you upstairs and ravage you.”
Her giggles warmed my soul, and I flipped her hand over to nibble along the delicate skin of her inner wrist. “That would be a fool's bet.”
“You’re learning us so well, love.” I trailed my fingertips along her arms before brushing her hair from her neck. My lips ghosted over the pulse point, which accelerated beneath my touch.
“Simon,” she gasped and fisted one hand in my hair as I slowly inched up the hem of her skirt.
