“Ugh, wait here.” She rolls her eyes again and disappears down a long staircase.
“You didn’t have to do all that, Ector.”
“Yes I did. I know that you don’t want a grey dress, so why should you be walking around in one?”
“It wouldn’t have been a problem.”
“Genevieve, sometimes it’s hard to stand up for yourself, but I will always stand up for you whenever you can’t.” I reassure her, assuring her that I will always be fighting for her rights, even if it’s only a dress.
As the troll appears in sight, she comes closer to us with pink fabric in her hands. “Here you go.”
Handing it to Genevieve, we make our way to the small dressing room.
“Uhm, Ector.”
“Yes.”
“Could you help me with the corset?”
Walking over to her, I open the door and take a step inside, the room too small to fit us both. She turns around, arching her back for me to be able to untie the strands.
Looking into the mirror beside us was a big mistake, as the view gets burned into my memory. Her full breasts are pressed against the wall, just as my back. Her butt so close to my hardening cock, my hands touching her smooth skin.
Suddenly, my heart pounds faster and sweat drops start forming at my hairline. My head falls back, trying to get a fresh breath of air in the small room that suddenly felt warmer. My hands start sweating and my head starts to spin.
“Are you okay?” She looks at me through the mirror.
“Yes, perfectly fine.” I answer without meeting her adorable eyes, pretending to remain unaffected by the view and thoughts building in my head.
As soon as I’m done untying her, I take a step outside and pull the thick hoodie over my head in an attempt to cool down my body. Looking down, it’s difficult to ignore the hardness.
“I’m done. Are you ready?” She speaks after a few minutes.
“Y... Yes.” Fuck, I can’t even speak.
She steps out of the fitting room, looking like an angel. The new dress fits her perfectly, hugging every curve of her body and flowing free around her legs.
“How do I look?”
“You look... Stunning.” I say, holding my hoodie over my cock. Not wanting to intensify the thoughts I already have, I force myself to look away from her beauty.
“How much for this dress?” Genevieve asks the troll politely but gets no answer in return.
Placing a few golden coins on the desk before her, I make sure that Genevieve doesn’t have to worry about it.
“Thank you, again.” She says, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder, which doesn’t help the state of my body.
“Okay can you two get out of here now? I have things to do. Does it look like I have all day?”
“Yes ma’am.” I agree with her, in desperate need to get out just as much as she wants us gone.
Chapter 21
Genevieve
To get out of that shop was for the best. I couldn’t ignore the way my blood started rushing through my body and the way my nipples hardened under the fabric.
“We need to eat something.” Ector interrupts my thoughts, only for my head to turn this sentence into something totally different from what he meant.
