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I whirled and Duran stood in the door, his arms crossed and his eyes on me. I expected him to reach out and touch me, to have a quick feel before the salesgirl returned, but he remained where he was. I shifted, feeling exposed by the clingy fabric.
“Get it,” he said finally.
I considered his demanding tone. Maybe he deserved just to see me in the dress and nothing else, leaving him wanting more. “No, I don’t like it.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he said, joining me before the mirror. He was so handsome, all masculine lines and dark eyes; his scent was filling my head and making my stomach flutter.
“I don’t want it,” I said.
I felt his palm contact my backside in a sharp, little spank and I gasped, too shocked to speak. He smirked and I whirled on him, my fists clenching in indignation.
“How dare you!” I managed.
“So if I put my hand between your thighs, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be wet?”
My sex throbbed and I shifted my legs together, knowing he was right. If I’d been wet before, I was soaked now. The flimsy lace panties were sticking to me with arousal. No one had ever been so presumptive as to spank me for anything before and my body’s reaction to it shocked me. I opened my mouth to retort and closed it, unsure of what to say.
“I thought so,” he said. “You’re getting the dress. The salesgirl is bringing in some more options for you in a moment. I’ll be back when you’re done.”
He put his hands in his pockets and strode from the room. I remained frozen in place, my body still tingling from his touch, wondering what I was turning into. I’d avoided getting involved with anyone for a long time, but somehow I was quickly becoming entangled with him without even meaning to. He was far to magnetic to resist; when I closed my eyes, I could still see his dark gaze tearing into me.
I chose three more dresses, all similar to the burgundy one, and a pair of slender black pants with a sleeveless blouse to match. When I returned to the front room, Duran was sitting in the armchair in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes on his phone. He looked like a languid panther, or like a model in a cologne ad, and I found myself pausing just to look at him.
He lifted his head. “Did you find everything your heart desires?”
I frowned. “Yes,” I said grudgingly.
He laughed as he rose and joined me by the lingerie display. “What about underthings?”
“I’d rather you let me do that alone.”
“Why? So I can unwrap you later like a present?”
“No,” I snapped. “Because it’s private.”
He shrugged. “I’ve seen you naked,” he pointed out. “Fuck, I ate your pussy out, and you’re worried about me seeing your panties?”
He was right and I knew it so I decided to let it go before he said anything more embarrassing. The shop assistant had clearly overheard him because she was dusting the cash register attentively, her cheeks a rosy color. I ignored him as I chose out a handful of silky panties and two bras to match.
“All done?” he asked.
“Yes, thanks,” I said stiffly.
I turned to go up to the register, but he snagged my arm and dropped the burgundy corset into my bag. I opened my mouth to protest, but he had already taken my bags and was paying for them. After the shop assistant had wrapped up our purchases, he steered me from the shop and back into the car.
“I don’t need the corset,” I said.
He flashed a grin. “Maybe I’ll get lucky,” he said.
“I doubt it,” I shot back.
He sobered, cocking his head at me. “Don’t you want to feel beautiful, Iris?” he asked. “Why won’t you let me make you feel as sexy as you are? I can tell you don’t believe it.”
I bit back the sarcastic comment on the tip of my tongue as the memory of the night we’d spent together filled my mind. He had made me feel beautiful with the way he’d looked at me at the bar, the way his large hand rested on my lower back, the way his gaze lingered on me over his glass of whiskey. And I’d forgotten my guilt and shame in his bedroom, laid out on my back with his mouth working between my thighs. I’d never felt more sexy in my life than I had in his bed.
I looked up at him, the sudden urge to tell him my insecurities and shame washing over me, but I bit it back. “I don’t know you really,” I said.
“What do you want to know about me?” he said.
