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I push up from the table when he comes back. He lays a white dress shirt as well as a white undershirt on the bed. “I wasn’t sure which you would prefer.”
“I didn’t know you had anything white. I thought all your shirts were black,” I muse as I study the large white dress shirt.
He chuckles. “I have them. There are even occasions when I wear them. Although I prefer the black.”
I study him. “They fit you better.”
Yellow flares to life, and oh god, I think my bones are melting.
A woman appears. “You are ready for a bath?”
Tearing my eyes from Milos, I nod. “Yes, thank you.”
“I will leave you. Rest. If you need anything at all, remember to press the button by your bed.” Then he’s gone.
Thankfully, the woman is nice and understands when I ask her to just help me in but leave me alone to bathe. She refuses to leave the bathroom but sits turned away at the edge of the bath. Although the huge bath is one I would love to enjoy soaking in, I can’t bring myself to do more than wash quickly and get out.
She helps me out of the bathtub then she leaves me alone for the night, wrapped in a fluffy robe. I climb onto the big bed and study the two shirts he brought. I bring the soft undershirt up to my nose. Hm, it smells kind of like him. It’s softer than the fine linen of the dress shirt. The dress shirt would swamp me completely. I go with the soft undershirt, only to find out it’s so fine it’s almost see through. Okay, sleep in it then when I want to get up and move around, I’ll throw on the dress shirt, I promise myself.
As I get into bed, I long to think of tonight and go every minute I spent with Milos. But I barely have the covers over me before sleep overtakes me.
Chapter10
Celia
I wakeup to find Milos studying me. “Hi.”
His smile twists my tummy into knots. “Hi, you had me worried again.”
“What time is it?” I yawn.
“Almost noon. You were in bed and asleep at only nine thirty.”
I sit up and run a hand through my hair. “I guess I was more tired than I realized.” I smile up at him. Only his eyes aren’t on me—well they are, but they are finding what I did last night—that the shirt shows my breasts clearly.
He backs away. “I brought you some clothes as well.” A hand gestures to a bag at the end of the bed. “I will leave you to dress. The doctor will be here in an hour. I will order brunch for you.”
Before I can say a word he’s gone. I have no idea why I feel smug. For the first time it was Milos who backed away, and was he…flustered? I never thought it was possible. Then again, Milos flustered was what I wish I could be on a daily basis.
Curiosity sends me to the carrier bag of an exclusive store on Michigan Avenue I’ve never been in before. I didn’t know they had fat girl clothes. There are two flat boxes, the first one is the sexiest yet sweet pair of pink lace bra and panties. I blush to my tummy at the idea of Milos picking them out or even seeing them. The next box has a pretty blush pink dress. Pulling it out, my stomach twists—I never wear dresses and wonder if I could bring myself to wear this one.
I’m shocked to find it’s my size. Relief fills me that it could fit, but how will it look on? I grab both boxes and nearly run for the bathroom. Setting them on the counter, I lock the bathroom door and jump into the shower for a quick wake-up shower.
Drying off, I’m startled by a knock on the door followed by the doorknob rattling. “Celia?” It’s Milos. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I’m getting dressed. I’ll be right out.” I swear I can feel him vibrating with outrage that I’d locked him out. I have no doubt he contemplated breaking in.
The dress is a luxuriously soft linen. I love the way the sleeves are only very slightly puffy, not the childish kind that holds a large puff to them. The sleeves end above my elbow and have a little flounce to them, the same as the hem that I’m grateful falls to an inch above my knees. I want to love everything but the V-neck stops me. It ends below my breasts where the dress is slightly tight then falls straight down. If I didn’t have double-D breasts, I’m pretty sure I would have loved everything about it. But with my large breasts even contained within the surprisingly supportive bra, all I can feel is the way air rushes over my chest above the V neckline.
Then I look in the mirror and my stomach drops to my feet. I’m so pretty, even with my long hair falling in a wavy mess around my shoulders and all the bruises. The dress is the kind of thing I’ve always longed to wear but never dared, sure men would whisper about how I wished I was pretty but was too fat for them, the way they had when I was in high school. A shaking hand runs down the front of the dress.
A clatter of sound reaches me from outside the room.Stop hiding, I order myself and open the door.
Milos is standing outside the door leaning against the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his wide chest. He straightens as his eyes run over me.
“Thank you for the dress and…everything.” I’m not sure why my throat is so tight.
“You are more than welcome. Especially when you look so beautiful in it.” His voice is rich and husky. “I will even forgive you for locking the door. You should not have done that. What if you fell and hurt yourself?”
