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"True," Zayn says unfazed. "But, Asher has always been predictable. And he has trouble letting go of things he likes."
The way he looks at me when he says it, makes my stomach tighten. He's trying to get a rise out of me, wanting to see how far he can push these boundaries. I won't give him the satisfaction. If he's looking for ammo to use against me, he's not going to find it.
"Fair enough," I answer with a bored tone. I put the set back, moving onto another rack.
"Wait," Zayn says, picking up the black set I had just put down. "I want you to model this for me."
I look at him in disgust. "How about no?"
He raises an eyebrow in reply. "Are you refusing to complete the dare?"
Fuck's sake.
I snatch it from him, turning around to head towards the change rooms. I can feel him following me, his eyes on my back.
The woman at the change room entrance gives me a warm smile as we approach. She's young and gorgeous, and could easily be a model. Her jet black hair is pulled into a high pony tail and her makeup is on point to a level I could never achieve. Her green eyes look at me warmly as she takes in the clothing in my hands.
"Just trying on that one, darl?" she asks.
"Yeah."
My tone and replies are short, annoyance obvious as I go into the change rooms. She shows me to a fitting room, closing the curtain behind me and I'm thankful for a moment of peace as I strip off, slipping on the bra and thong. I'm not exactly sure how this is supposed to work. Males aren't allowed into the female change rooms, and I'm sure as hell not going to waltz around in the shop in this outfit for every Tom, Dick and Harry's entertainment.
I slip my head outside the curtain, yelping when I spot Zayn sitting on a waiting chair in front of me.
"Well, let's see it then," he says. His grey eyes are full of life, enjoying every single second of my misery.
"You're an asshole," I sneer. "How did you even get in here?"
Zayn pretends to look offended. "I simply asked Maggie if I could come in to support my sister. She was very accommodating."
My eyebrows furrow as I glance towards the doorway. I'm assuming Maggie must be the pretty staff member.
He whistles at me to get my attention, beckoning me with his finger.
I hate him. But, he's going to have to try harder than that to make me awkward.
Ripping back the curtain, I reveal my scantily clad body. The soft lace has pushed my breasts up, making them appear bigger than usual and I have to say, I don't hate it.
A hint of surprise appears on his face, quickly vanishing as his eyes trail down my body. As they come back up, he motions for me to spin.
My face darkens, knowing exactly what he's trying to see. I'm in a thong with a lush booty… there's no hiding it. Though, I'm sure the mirror behind me barely provides protection, anyway.
I step out of the fitting room, giving a quick spin. When I'm facing him again, I put my hands on my hips.
"Well?" I snap. "Satisfied?"
Zayn stands, walking over to me. I hold his gaze, giving him a dark stare as he stops in front of me.
"Not yet, kitty cat. But, soon."
His fingers caress my jaw, trailing down my neck. I nearly slap him away as they dance across my chest, but not quite touching my breasts. They continue moving down, touching my sides.
I'm trying to hold onto the feelings of hate and frustration because it's been too long without sex, and right now, my body isn't listening to my mind when I tell it that this guy is trouble.
"Sit down," he finally says, pulling his fingers away from my hips.
I go to move back to the fitting room but he stops me. "No, likethat. Just sit in my chair and wait for me."
