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“Marenah, go and get showered and dressed. I have an entire day and evening planned for you. Don’t ruin your surprise.”
I sigh, kissing his lips just one more time. “Go, Princess,” Matt says, swatting my ass playfully, gesturing me toward the bedroom and shower.
When I come out, I am refreshed and dressed, ready for the day and whatever it brings, and he pulls me to him, kissing my lips lightly. “Let’s go exploring,” he says.
“You’re still hurt,” I say, rubbing my hand along his side, feeling the bandages that are still keeping him compressed and tight. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
“It’s not that bad and it’ll heal. There’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head over, understand?” Matt asks, pulling me close and nuzzling his nose into my hair.
I nod as he takes my hand and pushes the elevator button for the lower level. When it arrives he guides me into it and then out into the lobby, past the glass doors of the skyrise and onto the sidewalks of the city. “There’s a dress shop that I want to take you to, it’s not far from here,” Matt says, and I look up at him. He grins at me. “What?” he says.
“Oh, I don’t know. Do you wow all your women by taking them to buy a dress?” I say, and his eyes cloud over for the briefest of moments, before he hides it, but not before I’ve seen it.
“Is that what you think?” he says softly, watching me intently.
“It’s what I learned growing up. All men want something. You could have taken me last night, but you didn’t. Now you take me out shopping for a night out in the city. I guess I’m a little confused and trying to figure you out,” I say.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Marenah. I just want to buy you a pretty dress,” Matt says, grasping my waist, pulling me close and kissing my forehead as we reach the shop.
“I’m sorry, sincerely. I haven’t had much experience with stuff like this. I’ve seldom gone on dates. I guess it’s just not my thing,” I say, attempting to move away from him, but his arm tightens around my waist.
“Take a look at the dresses. Pick out a few, try them on and see which ones you like,” Matt says, holding the door for me as we enter the shop.
The sales clerk is eager to show me all of the merchandise. She keeps looking at Matt, her eyes surveying his lean muscled body dressed in jeans and the sweater he’s donned to come outside in, and she doesn’t even have the decency to be discreet about it.
I rifle through the dresses on the rack and in less than a few minutes have selected a few that until walking into this shop and seeing her ogle my guy would have been my last choice.
I hold them up and gesture to the fitting rooms at the back of the shop, and he sends me a wink. I slide out of my clothes, and bra since my favorite of the three leaves no room for that. A deep dark little black dress that has delicate straps, with a v-neck that plunges deep, right to my midriff, and then hugs the curves of my waist and hips before falling down around my legs, with a sexy little slit up the side.
I twirl in the mirror. This dress could not have fit better if it were custom made for me and while it’s so feminine and risqué, so different from my usual attire, I find myself wanting to wear it for Matt. I walk out of the dressing room eager to see if he likes it and stop short.
He’s talking on his cell facing outside, watching patrons pass by the windows and miss sales clerk is still ogling him up like he’s eye candy. He turns as if sensing my presence, his eyes homing in on me and no one else, taking me in inch by inch, his gaze heating my skin and I can feel my nipples pebble with desire as his eyes finally find my own. He says something quiet into his phone and disconnects, walking across the shop until he’s standing in front of me.
“That dress is as perfect as you are. It’s the one I’m going to unwrap you from before I take your virginity. You should go take it off before I decide to take you for the first time in the dressing room,” Matt says low enough so that only I can hear, as he spins me away.
When I return he takes the dress from me and heads to the counter where miss ogly eyes continues gawking, glancing my way every now and then. My blood courses as she looks him up and down, then licks her lips before ringing the dress up. This emotion is so foreign, I don’t think I’ve ever felt it before, this jealousy that rages inside of me. It takes all of my training to try and disguise my emotion as she goes about her business as she scans the tag.
He hands her a credit card and I gasp at the price displayed on the digital register. That can’t be right. I knew this was an expensive boutique, but this is outrageous. I touch Matt’s arm and shake my head. I don’t need anything so expensive, but he just smiles while she’s ringing him out. He pulls me toward him and whispers in my ear. “I want to do this. Let me,” he says as though he could hear my thoughts.
The lady clears her throat, not too subtly trying to catch our attention. He doesn’t rush though, instead, runs a finger along my lips before placing a gentle kiss on my lips, a tender gesture that makes my legs go weak and my heart actually flutter. All these emotions, so new, so exhilarating that I can barely think straight and have to keep telling myself to breathe.
We walk out the shop and he glances at his phone. We’re not far from a place for shoes. He tells me the name and asks if I know it. “Yes, and it’s probably just as expensive as the shop we just left. Seriously, we can go somewhere else.”
“I’m not worried about the money. I want to do this,” Matt says, carrying the purchased bag in one hand and grasping mine with his other. He runs his finger along my palm, making patterns as we walk, causing little tingles of excitement to course through my veins.
The shop is filled with all the latest designers’ selections and it doesn’t take long to find a bright red pair of heels that will match the sexiness of the dress perfectly. I put them on and admire them in the side mirrors. His eyes light up and he nods his agreement with the choice, but when he turns to take a call and I take a few steps I grimace. How do women like my sister make walking in these things look so incredibly easy?
I’ve taken them off and put my own shoes back on by the time he’s finished his call. He takes them from me and places his hand on the small of my back as we walk toward the counter. This time the man that stands behind the counter isn’t looking at him, but glances my way every now and then. Not overtly obvious like the woman in the previous store, but it’s clear that he’s checking me out on the sly.
Matt pushes the hair back from my face, exposing my neck and runs his thumb along it as the man rings us up, before he turns to the shopkeeper. His eyes settle in on the man who seems to be getting more and more nervous by the minute, but keeps looking over at me every once in a while as the credit card is processing.
“She’s taken, my friend, but she is magnificent to look at, yeah?” Matt says.
“She is indeed,” the man says, nodding to Matt as though I’m not even in the room or the one they’re talking about. My cheeks heat with embarrassment as they finish the transaction, and we leave the store.
“What just happened there?”
“He wants to get in your panties. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, not that I can blame him.”
