The clerk walks around her turning her head this way and that. “You’re so tiny, everything is going to look amazing on you.”
That’s the way I want them talking to my girl. And the clerk is right. Everything is going to look fantastic on Sasha, I’m sure.
Small but full breasts, tiny waist, lean hips that look good in clothes.
She looks good without them too, at least what I’ve seen. I can’t wait to see more.
The clerk goes to the rack of items and pulls out a few long dresses. “For evenings and charity events?”
“I prefer knee length,” Sasha replies and then looks at me. Is she asking my permission?
“Or shorter,” I add with a wicked smile. I have first-hand knowledge that her legs are gorgeous.
Shapely and toned, she’s got a fantastic ass too.
The clerk puts the dresses back on the rack and pulls out shorter ones instead.
For the next two hours, Sasha is wrapped in silk and lace, clothes for every occasion joining the rack of items she’s purchasing.
Her hair and even her smudgy makeup dress up and down effortlessly, and she looks like she belongs in my world.
Likely because she does.
She’s no stranger to money, nor is she uncomfortable with the darker sides of my business.
How is she still so damn sweet?
She finally comes out of the changing room in her ripped jeans and leather jacket once again and I drink her in. “Should I change into something else?” she asks me, eyeing me like she’s gaging my reaction.
“No.” I like her in this outfit. In fact, I think it might my favorite look of all. She looks like my little pirate, the one who had the balls to come into my casino and count cards.
Honestly, I want more of that Sasha.
Looking at her now, I know I made the right choice. She’s much better for me than Katarina.
And though I’ve never even dated a woman for longer than a few weeks, I’m actually looking forward to our year together.
Of course, having an end date is part of the enjoyment.
But Sasha isn’t going to have to fake being happy for her brother. I’m going to keep my woman satisfied.
Starting tonight.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Sasha
We stopfor lunch at the cutest French bistro and then get back in the car. I haven’t had an outing like this in forever, and it’s so nice to get out. It’s been nice to be on Ryker’s arm too.
He’s been attentive, protective, and even…touchy.
I relax back into the seat, not sure where we’re going next, but also content to wait and see.
When we went to get my clothes, I grabbed my passports and what little money I still have. With a night’s sleep, I’m feeling pretty good about the idea of staying with Ryker for the year he’s requested and then collecting my money. Being out like this makes me feel way less like I’m in jail and way more like I’ve entered into a bargain that is mutually beneficial.
But I grabbed my stuff as a back-up plan.
We pull behind a nondescript building that is too small to be a clothing store. “Where are we?” I ask, sitting up.
