“Yes. I’m going to American Eagle. They will have leggings, jeans, shirts, and undergarments. If I can’t get everything there, I’ll get the rest at Gap. They are close to each other. I’m not too fancy with my clothing brands.”
It was a shot against him. The T-shirt she’d been sleeping in was a brand she’d never heard of. Cost him a hundred dollars and looked no different from a regular Hanes that he’d had as a kid.
But those days were behind him and there was nothing wrong with wanting some of the finer things in life, even if his family said he was low maintenance.
He didn’t wear suits and ties unless he was required to at a family gathering, but he loved his thousand count thread sheets and fancy espresso machine.
Just like the one West had that he’d shown Saylor how to use.
She was sidestepping people and turned into American Eagle, then went right to the leggings and grabbed a pair of black and navy ones, then to the shirts.
Damn, she was a fast shopper. He could appreciate that.
“Can I pick out your underwear?” he whispered in her ear. “It’d get us out of here faster.”
She turned and squinted her eyes. “You don’t even know what size I wear.”
“Small,” he said. He didn’t need to see the size leggings in her hands. She wasn’t that big of a girl. She wore his mother’s parka to shovel. It was a medium and too big for her.
“You can pick out two pairs,” she said. “I’m still going to get some though.”
He was staring at her chest. It was hard to see under her fleece. “Thirty-two C?”
She crossed her eyes. “I don’t want to know how you guessed that.”
“Just luck,” he said, leaning to give her a peck on the lips.
She was being a good sport about this, so he slipped to the other side where the bras were hanging and tackled them first.
As much as he wanted to go the sexy route, it wasn’t her. She was simple and low key like him.
He went for the light pink one with thicker lace straps, but cut low in the front. It was cotton but still sexy and almost innocent looking.
“I’ve got that in blue,” she said from behind him.
“You’re joking.”
“Nope. It’s really comfortable. You’ve got good taste. Grab it.”
He found her size and picked it up. “Are you going to get another?”
“I’m going to let you do it.”
He was rubbing his hands together, looking at his choices and settled on another cotton one that looked more like a short shirt. It had a thick lace band under the boob, the cups were almost silky, the straps matching it. It came in gray and had a mixture of sex and fun.
Just like Saylor.
“How about this? Or do you have it?”
“I don’t, but it’s cute. Time for underwear.”
“Even better,” he said, his chest puffing some.
“I wish you could see your face right now,” she said. “It’s like this is the best gift you could be given.”
“It really is. Do you know how sexy it is to buy a woman underwear?”
“Since I do it all the time, that would be no. I’ve never found it sexy.”
