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“Um, 38D, I think?” Bright red was most likely my permanent color at this point.
A knock came at the door behind me, and I jumped a mile.
“Everything alright in there, miss? Anything I can get for you?”
“Yes, actually. If you could get me every color and style bra you have in a 38D, please? Also, underwear in size twenty. Thank you.”
“Right away, ma’am!”
Storm faced me once again, and she must have read how intimidated I was by my expression. “Don’t worry, those you can feel first before trying them on. Definitely want something you find comfy! In the meantime, try these.”
She thrust an outfit into my hands, and seeing no other option, I listened.
It was hours later that we finally left that store. We were both loaded down with more bags than I could count. Storm had bought me almost everything she had me try on, and then she stocked up my underwear and bra collection. She threw away the clothes I had come into the mall with and selected a new outfit for me to wear on the way out. Now she wanted to go to another store, and I didn’t know if I had more shopping in me. I was exhausted.
Chapter8
Riley
Storm took the decision out of my hands—literally. She grabbed several of the bags I was holding and hauled me toward another one of the enormous stores.Nest Goods. As much as I didn’t want to shop anymore, I wanted to check this store out. What omega wouldn’t?
“Come on, Riles! Let’s go make our perfect joint nest!” Storm encouraged, her energy perking me up a bit.
A joint nest. Hmm. I supposed that was what we would have this year. What my nest would look like had never crossed my mind. Or rather, I hadn’t let it. Every time I thought about it, I shut it down, fast. My family couldn’t afford extras. So, my longing for soft comfort items had to be pushed aside. It wasn’t a necessity yet, seeing as I hadn’t even had my first heat.
Now, though? Now I could dream about it. There would just be someone else in there with me. Someone who wasn’t my bonded mate. I wondered how weird that would be for us. Hopefully not at all. I mean, we had no other choice really.
“I don’t want you to even think about the cost here. The ORA has an account for each omega that comes here so we can get whatever we want!”
Before that news had even registered with me, we were at the counter and Storm had told the cashier where we were from. She simpered at us immediately, all aglow. I wondered if she worked on commission. If so, knowing Storm the little that I did, I had a feeling she would be making out like a bandit today.
“What is your last name, ma’am? I’ll just look up your personal account!”
“Storm Vareth.”
The lady’s eyes widened in her skull. Clearly, Storm’s name meant something to everyone here. I made a mental note to look up some information on my roommate as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
“Ah, yes, Ms. Vareth. Here it is. You have an unlimited account from the ORA. You can choose whatever you would like. We will make sure it gets to your room by the end of the day. If there is anything you like and we don’t have it, I will personally order it and have it sent over as soon as it arrives!”
Storm shrugged like she expected nothing less. She stepped to the side to allow me to step up to the counter. I gave my name and after a few taps on her keyboard, I watched her entire demeanor change. The smile she had so easily supplied Storm slid from her face. Her pleased expression dimmed; her shoulders stiffened.
“Ah. Okay, miss. I have your account here. Looks like you have a limit of $250. Our clearance section is over there.”
She pointed vaguely off to the right, dismissing me. I thanked her softly and turned to go the way she had pointed. I stopped when Storm placed her hand on my arm.
“Wait. Why does she have a limit and I do not? We go to the same school.”
“Oh, well, you see . . .” The lady was clearly embarrassed and unsure how to respond to Storm’s question.
“I’m a scholarship student, Storm. It’s fine. I’m sure whatever they have over there will work just fine for me.”
“No, it’s notfine. There is no reason that I can choose whatever I want, at no cost, and you have that small of a limit. Absolutely not. You pick whatever you want. Once you hit your limit, we’ll put it on my account.”
“I’m, uh, afraid you can’t do that,” the cashier said with a wince.
“And why not?”
“Because . . . Because I can’t charge her things to your account. That’s not how it is done!”
