Page 39 of Faking With You

Eliza

In the dressing room.

A few moments later, I hear his voice as he says my name. I pop my head out and wave at him.

“I’m just trying one thing on and then I’ll be good to go.”

“No rush, love. Why don’t you show me.”

I blush slightly before pulling my head back into the dressing room and finish pulling the strings at the back of the dress and tying them. I step out ,and Mac’s jaw drops slightly. His eyes widen as they slowly drag the length of my body. I look at myself in the mirror and find I like the dress more than I thought I would. I’m not usually one to go for dresses that accentuate my chest, but I like the way this one fits my upper body like a glove and flares at my hips. The blue and white work perfectly with my skin tone.

I feel Mac’s presence behind me before I catch him the mirror. His hands find my hips, and my teeth press into my bottom lip.

“Please tell me you’re taking this home,” he says, his voice low.

I nod, and he leans down until his lips graze my ear.

“Good, because I look forward to helping you out of it.”

My entire chest is turning pink now. This is the most direct he’s ever been in public, and I like how wanted it makes me feel. It’s not in a sleazy way that has me wanting to crawl out of my skin, but rather has me wanting to crawl into his lap.

Feeling brazen, I say, “Really? What else are you looking forward to?”

His finger trails over the strap of the dress and my bra, his warm breath still fanning over my ear. “I’m eager to see what you’ve got underneath it. Is it the same lacy pair you wore the last time I got to see you, or do you have something new to tantalize me with?”

“New,” I practically pant.

His teeth graze my earlobe. “I can’t wait for your show and tell later.”

I lean into his chest, my breathing now shallow and my skin hot, but the man fucking takes a step back, putting space between us, and I havve to work to steady myself.

“You look gorgeous, Eliza.”

I don’t know what has me blushing more, the simple compliment or his blatant sexual interest in me. I scurry into the dressing room, hoping to gather myself before having to face the public again.

CHAPTER 30

Mac

While Eliza changes back into her own clothes, I adjust myself in my trousers. That dress hugged Eliza in a way that had me remembering just what she looks like underneath it, and I wanted nothing more than to get to see that again. I am going to need to find a way to ensure that I get to spend time with Eliza while we’re here. I may also want to take the next step of her part of this bargain, too. I’ve spent the last three weeks dreadfully disappointed with my own hand when it could be hers or her mouth. No woman has left me needing them the way that Eliza has. I’ve been able to get myself off, but it’s been lacklustre.

When she comes out of the dressing room, she has a few items draped over her arm and I follow her as she makes her way to the till. When she goes to pay, I tap my card and she looks at me, a mix of shock and annoyance in her expression.

“My apology for leaving you this morning.”

Her expression softens, and she rolls her lips together before saying, “Thank you. You didn’t need to, but thank you.”

I grab the bag for her, and my free hand finds her lower back as we make our way out of the shop.

“Where to next?” I ask as I slip my hand into hers.

“I didn’t have anything planned. I’ve just been wandering and exploring.”

“How about some lunch?”

She nods, and I lead her in the direction of one of my favourite restaurants. I’m not surprised to see it full of people when we walk up. The hostess says it will be a fifteen-minute wait, so I put my name on the list and we head to a bench on the opposite side of the street to wait.

“How’s your father?” Eliza asks as we settle.