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“We’re just looking,” Cora calls over her shoulder. She’s huddled over the shelves like she’s worried the woman might see what she’s buying.
“Of course. Take your time.” The woman takes a step closer to me. “If you see anything you like, be sure to let me know. I’d love to personally assist you. My name is Madison."
The flick of her tongue over her red-painted mouth is hard to misconstrue.
She retreats toward the back. Cora watches her leave with a scowl on her face.
“See anything you like?” I ask. “The associate would love topersonallyassist you.”
“Madison would love to personally assistyou.” She snorts. Cora thinks for a moment, then she waves down the saleswoman. “Excuse me, miss? We’re going to need a basket over here. Maybe two. I have quite the shopping list to get through.”
My wife-to-be gives me a wicked grin that has a powerful effect on everything below my belt.
Cora will never be able to one-up me.
Butfuck, the woman fights dirty.
Dildos, vibrators, clitoral stimulators—you name it, Cora grabs it. If I hoped to narrow down her interests in the bedroom, I'm out of luck. Cora unceremoniously dumps her haul into the basket without a word and then goes back for more.
“Are you interested in any lingerie today?” Madison points to a lacy black set on a mannequin in the back corner. She speaks in Cora’s direction, but keeps her eyes on me. “I have this set for myself and I can’t recommend it highly enough. I’ve tested itthoroughlyand it has stood up to whatever I’ve put it through.”
I gesture to Cora. “Whatever she wants, she can have.”
“How generous of you,” the woman purrs. “Not all men are so understanding of a woman’s needs.”
I glance over and catch Cora staring daggers at the redhead. Then she snatches up three lingerie sets and practically hurls them at the saleswoman. “Do you have a dressing room?”
"Sorry, we don't. We've had too many incidents." She winks at us both. "Some people can't wait to get home. They find the allure of something new a little too exciting."
Cora's jaw practically grinds her teeth to dust, her tongue running over her teeth when she’s able to relax enough. She's not missing any of Madison's clumsily obvious hints. "How am I supposed to know if these fit me then?"
Madison waves towards the back of the store. "There's a mirror in the back to hold things up to yourself, but we have a generous return policy. Sometimes…" She looks to me, eyebrow arching. "Sometimes, things don't work out and you need to exchange for something new. We understand that and we are happy to accommodate our customer's needs. No matter what they might be."
"Thanks," Cora bites out. She stomps off to the back of the store.
Madison steps closer to say something to me, but I breeze past her without a word and follow Cora.
The back room is a lounge with a leather sofa and a tall mirror in the corner. I can see the reflection of Cora leaning against the corner, her eyes closed. Her full lips are pursed in an exhale.
“You’re not taking this seriously.”
She stiffens at the sound of my voice. One eye opens narrowly. “I’mnot taking this seriously? You’re not exactly leaping to help. Or are you too distracted by Miss Obvious over there? Shall I give you two some privacy?”
“There it is again,” I remark.
“Therewhatis again?”
“Jealousy. It’s an interesting look on you. Not as good as” —I glance at the pile in her arms— “sheer pink lingerie, but still interesting.”
I can see her teetering on the edge of an explosion. The wise voice in me says to defuse the situation. What good can come of stoking her fire?
But the voice in me that said, “Follow her into the office”,the voice that started all this shit, now says,“Light the match and watch it all burn.”
Do it,I’m daring her silently.Flash that fire. Stake your claim. Be bold enough to say you want something that’s right there for the taking.
What I’m really asking my fiancée is,What are you made out of?
I already know the answer.
