“You have to say that. I’m your friend.”
“Friends don’t lie to each other. They’re the ones who can tell the truth.”
Her face closed up again, and he cursed.Damn. Wrong thing to say. When was he going to get this right? “We could tell the girls we’re seeing each other.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think our arrangement is anyone’s business except ours.”
Connor nodded, not agreeing, but deciding not to push her right here. But it was obvious he needed to push up his romancing. The last thing he wanted was to lose her to another man.
“Try these on first,” he said, handing her the violet lingerie they’d studied earlier.
“I don’t know, Connor. I need hold and lift, otherwise I will sag in my old age.”
“Try it on anyway,” he said.
She glanced at the labels, her mouth dropping open for an instant. “How did you know what size I needed? I thought we agreed I’d choose sizes.”
“I did my research before I came.”
“How?”
His grin brought a flush to her face, and he wanted to follow the blush to see where it ended. “I have powerful skills of observation.”
Maggie moaned—an embarrassed groan that made him want to wrap his arms around her and comfort her.
She averted her gaze, then focused on him again, fierce and indignant. “Do not tell me you scoped out my lingerie drawer.”
“I scoped out your lingerie drawer.”
“I have granny pants in there.”
“Granny pants have their particular charms.”
“Not if they have a granny in them,” she muttered.
There was a startled silence before he snickered. “Thank God I haven’t thought of that before. Try these on,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
Grinning widely, Connor backed out of the changing room, shaking his head when he heard the bolt shoot home. He headed for the shop assistant who was standing behind the counter.
“I’d like a selection of panties in different colors and styles. Twelve pairs, please.”
“G-strings as well?”
“Please.” He shot a glance toward the changing rooms. “And two full pairs.” He should have felt out of his comfort zone in this women’s domain. He didn’t, and knew it was Maggie’s influence. He followed the sales assistant around, and she sought his approval of each style and color before she added it to a gift box she’d retrieved from beneath the counter.
“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll check on my girlfriend and we’ll probably add more sets before I pay.”
“Take your time,” the woman said.
Connor strode to into the changing room. “Maggie, open the door.” He’d suspected she’d refuse. She surprised him, opening it immediately.
“Wow, you look amazing.” The violet lingerie did things for her. Him too. He slipped into the changing room and let his gaze slide across her breasts and down across her belly. He caught the faint shadow of her sex. Lifting one hand, he stroked the tip of one breast. She gasped, and he watched with satisfaction when her nipple pulled to a tight point. “How does it feel?”
“Surprisingly comfortable.”
