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Grabbing her phone, she was stopped in her tracks by a gentle knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and Alex stepped in. “Just thought I’d see how you were doing?”
Morgan sighed. “I was just thinking about what I should wear and warning my family.”
“Hm, what does one wear to announce they’re in love with someone they’re not in love with.” Alex smiled and moved closer, slipping her arms around Morgan’s waist, and resting her chin on her shoulder. “You don’t have to do this. I’m a big girl, I can deal with it if I have to.”
“But you shouldn’t have to. Nobody should have to keep having their past dredged up and splashed all over the newspapers. It’s traumatic.”
Alex released her hold and took a seat on the bed. “Thank you for saying that. It is, but I don’t want to make this traumatic for you either.”
“Honestly, I’m more concerned with letting you down.” Morgan turned away. “I don’t have a wardrobe full of red carpet event clothes. I kind of assumed, at best, I’d just be in the background and people would speculate. I didn’t expect to be up front and centre.”
“You’re right. I should have thought of that.” She jumped up excitedly. “Come on, get dressed, we’re going out.”
“Out?” Morgan’s brow creased. “Where are we going?”
“Shopping.” She was already marching towards the door. “I’ll get the car.”
“But…do we have time for that? Francine—”
“We’ll make time. I’ll handle Francine. Come on.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Clothes shopping was a very different experience for Morgan in her reality to what it was when she walked in on the arm of Sasha. Alex had phoned ahead, and Morgan felt a little like Julia Roberts's character in Pretty Woman. Except Julia Roberts's character, Vivianne, didn’t have the paparazzi following them on a moped and now camped outside the shop, hopeful of a quick photo of Sasha.
“For god's sake.” Alex was a little annoyed with the intrusion. “What is so interesting about two women going shopping?”
“I think it’s—” Alex’s glare told her quickly that there was no excuse going to cut it. “So, what are we doing here?”
“We’re taking advantage of my name,” Alex said, softening. It wasn’t Morgan’s fault her life was like this. She didn’t have to live her life like this, did she? This was a choice she made, and she needed to quit complaining about it.
The boutique was only too happy to close to the public once Alex had explained who she was and what she wanted. Inside, the staff came back and forth to the dressing area with everything from everyday wear to cocktail dresses.
“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Morgan asked Alex when they were alone for a moment. The musician had found a comfortable chair and moved it to the back wall where she sat, one leg crossed over the other, observing.
Not that Morgan didn’t enjoy it. Because she did, she absolutely did. Having Alex’s eyes on her as she dressed and undressed made her feel excited. There was something almost feral about it and how it made her feel, to have Alex just sit back and observe everything silently.
She knew Alex had the urge to get up and move closer, but she didn’t. Wanting to touch, but unable to, yes, that was a huge turn-on.
“You’re in your underwear, so, yes, I am going to sit here and watch.” Alex smirked instead.
They both stopped talking when they heard footsteps approaching, and three women almost crashed through the doors to bring another set of clothes. The manager stepped forwards holding a stylish black dress draped over her other arm.
“I think this would work perfectly,” she announced with a smile.
Morgan took it from her, held it up and caught sight of the price tag.
“Oh, no this is not in my price—” She was handing it back when Alex stood up.
“Can we have the room, please, ladies?”
The manager smiled again. “Of course. And all three of them backed out like they were in the presence of royalty. When they were alone, Alex fingered the material of the dress until she too found the price tag.
£2300.
