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This time, I was thrown to hunt for a dress for her.
I told him our dressing style was a lot different, I couldn’t help him with that.
But his opinion was different.
“I trust your decisions, Rosebud.
I’m sure whatever you choose will be the best.
Don’t worry.
I’ll help you make the decision.”
I frowned in confusion.
Whatever he said went over my head.
What did he know of my decisions and choices, anyway?
Though I wouldn’t admit it, I was thankful the woman who was helping us find a dress wasn’t staring at him like a puppy craving a bone, like the women in the other shops we visited.
She was polite and professional, no hint of lust on her features.
When I told her what type of dress I wanted, she handed me two dozen expensive gowns.
For wedding functions, they’d be best—suggested the woman.
I ran my hand over a pink satin, checking its florid designs.
Suddenly, it was snatched from me.
Looking up, I found a displeased Ace glaring holes into the dress.
“We’re not taking it.”
“Why?
What’s wrong with it?
I think it’d be perfect for Tess.
And pink is her favorite color.”
He raised his brow.
“What’s wrong?
It’s too short.”
“So?
She has no problem with short dresses.”
“But I do!”
His lips tightened.
Something nagged inside me.
Why did he care if Tess wore short dresses or not?
My temper flared as I grabbed the dress back from his grasp.
“I liked this dress for her, so we’ll be taking this.
You told me to help you and I’m just doing that.
If you don’t like my choice, then be my guest and do it yourself!”
My sudden outburst didn’t seem to bother him, as he was too busy eyeing me up and down.
“What’re you doing?”
I frowned.
“How do you know Tess would look good in it?
You didn’t see it on her, did you?”
“I don’t need to see it on her.
I can tell, this will be perfect for her.”
“But I’m not certain,” he said, tilting his head.
“Why don’t you try it on yourself, and see if it really looks good?”
My eyes widened.
“What?
Why would I do that?
And how can you decide if she’ll look good or not seeing it on me?
I’m not her!”
He shrugged.
“Your height and weight are almost the same as Tess.
So, I don’t think there’d be a problem.”
“But—“
“No buts.
You’re only wasting our time arguing over this.
Just try this out, let me see you, and get done with it.”
He cut me off.
When he mentioned of seeing me, goosebumps crawled up my arms.
And it didn’t help as his stormy grays grew stormier.
“Fine!”
Glaring, I walked to the changing room.
There were people around the shop, more men than women in our section.
I’d have to walk out in this thigh length sleeveless dress.
Slamming the door shut, I cursed under my breath for agreeing to help him and started undressing.
I didn’t even know if it would fit.
It did fit.
But it was tight as hell.
I could barely breathe in it.
He was wrong.
We didn’t have the same weight.
She was thinner than me, where I was the curvier one.
Well, it was obvious as she was the girl who spent hours at the gym.
Once I was ready to go out, I tugged at the ends to somehow drag them a little lower and opened the door.
I didn’t find him outside the door as I expected.
In fact, I found him sitting comfortably on a bloodred leather couch, with his elbows on his knees.
And the most surprising thing was the whole shop was empty except for the sales girls of the shop.
SIXTEEN: TURN AROUND
W here did everyone disappear to?
I was looking around in confusion until I felt a pair of scorching eyes on me.
Turning to him, I found his gaze following every curve of mine and cuts of the dress that exposed my sudden ultra-sensitive skin to him.
I bit my lip, not wanting to fidget under his stare.
“Is it okay?”
With a tight nod, he beckoned me to him.
Confused, I glided near.
His eyes were still on my body as he handed me a black dress.
“Try this.”
When I unfolded it, my eyes widened.
It was even shorter than the one I was flaunting right now.
And as a cherry on the top, it was off shoulder and backless.
What the hell?
He could just pick a bikini for her instead!
“I’m not wearing it!”
One of his eyebrows arched.
“Why not?
It’s a classy, branded gown.
I think Tess will definitely love it.”
“But it’s too short!”
I argued.
I wanted to slap the tilting of his head.
Whenever he did it, I sensed a challenge was thrown in my way.
“Why?
Now you’re having problems with short dresses?”
“I don’t.
I just… I can’t wear it before you,” I stuttered.
“Are you being shy before me right now, Rosebud?”
The warmth of my cheeks was embarrassing.
Yet, I raised my chin high.
“I’m not being shy or anything.
You know what, let’s just get over with it.”
I knew I was going to regret it, but I clutched the dress and turned around.
And I was indeed regretting once I looked at myself in the mirror.
It fit perfectly, not too tight, not even loose.
The end of the dress reached just an inch above my mid-thigh.
The low-cut neckline displayed my cleavage, where the back cut just stopped three inches above my butt!
Though it was out of my comfort zone, it did look good on me.
I looked… sexy.
The smooth fabric clung to me like a second skin, manifesting every curve and dip of mine.
Even at the thought of going before him with this on, flutters erupted in my stomach.
I didn’t know why I was even doing it.
A knock landed on the door.
The sales lady’s voice floated in, asking if the dress fit or if I needed a hand.
“No, everything is good.
Just a second,” I replied, tugging the neckline a little higher.
Come on, Em!
You can do it.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked out.
I found him assessing a beautiful red gown displayed on a dummy.
But I couldn’t decipher the look he’d on as he brushed a finger over the fabric, gaze intense.
Then he tore himself away from the gown and turned to me.
His shoulders tensed as the muscle of his sharp jaw clenched.
His hands fisted in balls.
The storm in his irises turned wild, with his smoldering gaze touching every inch of my body, lingering on the deep neckline.
Blood rushed to my cheeks and ran hot through my veins under his flaming stare.
It had me squirming in my place.
“Turn around,” he said.
The dominance and huskiness of his rich, deep Greek accent made me obey.
As soon as I turned, a curse reached my ears and followed a sharp intake of breath.
When he didn’t speak for a moment, I fidgeted with my fingers.
“A-Ace?”
Even the saleswoman was nowhere to be seen.
We were alone.
I felt him behind me.
His hot breath fanned my bare shoulder, making my breath hitch.
A brush of warm fingers glided down my bare back, erupting goosebumps across my skin.
My heart pounded as his hand slipped to the curve of my waist, to the front of my stomach, to my bare shoulders.
A slow rumble reverberated through his chest.
Struggling not to feel his touch, I let out a shaky breath.
“W-what are you doing?”
I whispered, as big hands fell on my hips.
I should’ve asked the question to myself.
Why was I not pulling away?
I heard a murmur under his breath.
Though I couldn’t pick out most of the words, I caught something like driving him crazy.
When I was on the verge of leaning into him, the woman strolled in, making me jump away from his heat.
Her eyes widened, flickering back and forth to me and Ace.