“It’s a keeper. We must put it in the yes pile. Let me see if I can find some jewelry that goes well with it.”
“Oh, no. I don’t need?—”
“Perfect, Roxanne. We definitely need jewelry,” I cut in.
Roxanne walks out, winking at me as if she’s onto me. Jessie has already gone back into the dressing room. Just before I can take a seat, the curtain opens.
“Umm, I can’t seem to unzip the dress.”
“I think I can manage that,” I say coolly, though nothing inside of me feels that way.
I follow her back into the dressing room, not sure what makes me close the curtain behind me. She faces the mirror with a nervous energy radiating off of her.
“I don’t know how I managed to zip it up in the first place.” Her voice cracks.
“I don’t mind helping.” The mood has shifted, like we are right back to where we were five minutes ago, when she was undressing for me.
My dick hardens instantly. My fingers barely touch her skin when her body visibly shivers. If the faintest of touches gets a reaction, I can’t imagine how she would react to my tongue against her clit or my cock buried in her pussy.
The thoughts take me away to a place where I think maybe one touch is okay. We both clearly want it.
I drag the zipper down all the way to the bottom, where the top of her thong is exposed. That’s it. My job here is done. But instead of moving, we connect in the mirror again. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly.
She drags the straps off of her shoulders, but the dress doesn’t go anywhere, still molded to her. I grab the straps myself and pull them down, waiting for her to tell me to stop. When she doesn’t, I continue to move them down, and the top of the dress begins to descend around her breasts.
I watch in the mirror as her breasts pour out of her dress. I work it all the way down to her hips, just past her thighs, letting it fall to the ground.
The tension in the room could drown us both, heavy and undeniable. My hand rests on her stomach just above her belly button. I pull her back against my body so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Her jaw falls open as my dick rests in between her ass cheeks. I growl with anger and resentment. I should be able to touch her. She was meant to be touched by me.
My hand slowly edges up her stomach until my fingers caress the bottom of her left breast. Before I can move any further, Roxanne’s voice echoes outside the curtain.
“Jessie, you just have to try this dress on.”
My hand freezes, then drops. Jessie steps forward and covers her chest, suddenly self-conscious about being naked in front of me. Roxanne reaches into the room and holds the dress out.
“Thanks, Roxanne. I’ll give it a try,” Jessie mumbles frantically.
I wait until it sounds like Roxanne is out of the room, then peek out to confirm she is gone. Before I take a seat, I check on Eli, who is still sound asleep. I have the traveling sound machine playing on top of the stroller, which must be drowning out our voices enough for her to sleep.
Jessie comes out in another tight dress that leaves little to the imagination. This one is a floor-length red, but the slit cuts all the way up to her hip. Her long, toned legs are on display every time she takes another step toward the mirror.
“Wow,” I breathe out.
“You like it?” she asks.
Roxanne walks in, ruining the moment again. I’m beginning to think she’s doing this on purpose. “Jessie … that dress.”
“I know.” Jessie smiles. “I’ve never owned something like this. It would be perfect for a fancy dinner. I just need to get myself a date.”
“I’m sure you’ll have no problem with that.”
They continue talking and laughing, but I can’t hear the words. The pulse of my anger is ringing in my ears. How did I not think about this? She’s going to wear the clothes that I pay for to go on a date … with another man.
I can’t shake my anger for the rest of the day. We spend another hour looking at shoes and jewelry, but my mind is elsewhere.
By the time we get to the counter, Eli is awake, and Jessie is holding her to keep her happy. As instructed, Roxanne has rung up everything in the maybe pile and more.
