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It’s not that thought, but the brush of his fingers at my bare waist and the sound of the zipper that has me daring to blink my eyesopen.
Ben’s watching me with a combination of fascination and somethingdarker.
“And I get it,” Rena tosses through the door. “He’s hot. I know you don't give a shit about rich, and it's one of the reasons I like you, but the man has some definitely attractivequalities.”
He plays with his hair, making an exaggerated show of doing that thing I told him was sexy. I punch him in the arm hard enough to elicit a muffledexhale.
“He’s all talk,” I reply. Ben’s gaze narrows. “Stamina of my prom date. In fact, I’m not sure it’s going to workout.”
Ben reaches past me for the door. I grab his hand to stop him. Then I reach for the door and slip out without exposing him, pulling it behindme.
“Oh, that’s hot,” Rena gushes as I step into the view of the mirror. “He’s going to lose hisshit.”
I turn in the mirror, pleased with theresults.
“I want to see the nude one, but I need to get back for ameeting.”
“Go! And thank you for thehelp.”
She turns on her heel and headsout.
I duck back into the change room to find Ben’s arms folded and a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome face. “How do you look at meexactly?”
“Shutup.”
“Rena and I agree on one thing,” Ben murmurs, his attention lingering on my body. “You are saying yes to thisdress.”
“I don’t need multiple designer dresses.” But I can’t resist the urge to sneak another look in themirror.
Ben cocks his head. “You need something to wear for your new boyfriend. Who, for the record, can go allnight.”
I look pointedly at the door. “I’ll stop by Tris’s thing tomorrow. Are wedone?”
"Only if you’re sure you won’t get trapped in that dress again the second Ileave."
I debate. “Turn around,” I say as I reach back for thezipper.
After a moment’s hesitation, I think he’s going to refuse, but then he complies. I work my way out of the dress and pull back on my officeclothes.
“What’s with the midday shopping?” heasks.
“There’s a bachelorette in the Vineyard with cocktail attire, and I need a new dress.” I bite my lip. “Do you know anything about Aiden Vane’s work life? Anything I wouldn’t find on the publicrecord?”
“I’ll askaround.”
“Thank you. He’s keeping something from me, but I don’t know what.” I pull on my blouse. “If Ididcare what my boyfriend wanted me to wear,” I hear myself ask, “what would thatbe?”
“Lace,” he answers immediately. “Black.”
“A black lace dress,” I say, smiling as I adjust my skirt. “Hownineties.”
Ben turns without asking, his chest brushing my back. His hand slips under the curved collar of my top, and the touch has my pulseskipping.
His finger finds my bra strap, skimming under the edge, and his voice lowers an octave. “I didn’t say anything about a dress. See you tomorrow,darling.”
He lets himself out before I canrespond.
When I finally exit the change room, the swooning sales lady informs me all three dresses have already been purchased by “the handsome gentleman for hisgirlfriend.”
