It was hard to zip it up from the back, but the dress eventually slid over my curves, fitting my chest so perfectly it almost seemed designed for me.My breasts pushed out, creating a pronounced cleavage that made me blush.
But I looked… stunning.I twirled slowly in my sandals, the skirt cascading like waves, making me smile.
When I stepped out, Amanda’s grin stretched from ear to ear.
“This is the one!”she said excitedly, helping me with the zipper.“It makes your tits look absolutely delectable!”
I giggled, bowing playfully.“Why, thank you!”
“It’s alright.”
I looked to the side to see Dylan scowling, but his cheeks were unmistakably pink.Liar.
“Oh, shut up,” Amanda said, rolling her eyes.“She looks like a princess.Or maybe even a duchess!”
“Yeah, exactly,” Dylan said.“You could try something else, but?—”
A ringtone suddenly rang shrill, breaking the moment.“Oh, shoot,” Amanda mumbled, glancing at her screen.“I forgot about the scheduled video call with Tina.Dylan, help Katie unzip.I’ll be right back.”
Before I could protest, Amanda disappeared, leaving me alone with Dylan.His tall, broad frame loomed over me, the scent of his musky cologne making my skin flush.
“Can you unzip it?”I asked, trying to sound casual.
His fingers went to work without a word, brushing lightly over my spine as he slowly lowered the zipper.The cool air from the air conditioning blasted against my exposed skin, making me swallow the lump in my throat.
Our eyes met in the mirror’s reflection.For a moment, all I could see was the raw desire pooling in his gaze.
Once the zipper was fully down, his hand lingering, his touch sending shivers through me.The tension hovering between us was too much for me to bear.
“I mean it, Katie,” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.His lips brushed the shell of my ear.“You’d look better in another dress.”
“Good thing you’re not my date.”I glared at him and said, “I’m sure Justin will like it.No, he’ll love it.”
He grabbed my hand before I could slip back into the changing room.“Oh, trust me, darling,” he said, his voice dipping into something dangerously possessive.“If you were my date, I wouldn’t leave a single stitch of clothing on you.I’d have you as an amuse-bouche, appetizer, main course,anddessert.”
Then, his eyes trailed downward, fixating on my chest.
“But my sister was right,” he murmured, licking his lips.“This dress… it makes your tits look… delectable.Fuckable, even.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks.I scrambled into the trial room, closing the curtain with a trembling hand.My heart pounded in my chest.
Fuckable?My tits?I looked down at them and wondered if it was even possible.
25
A BUSINESS EXPENSE
DYLAN
Amanda never came back to the store.
Katie frowned at her phone, reading the last message again.“She went to pick up Tina, so…”
I tried not to pump the air and feigned sadness.“So, it’s just the two of us now.”
She sighed, nodding.“I’ll go pay for the dress.”
“What?That’s nonsense,” I said, smoothly grabbing the dress from her hands and heading toward the cashier.“I can’t let a lady pay for such a beautiful dress.Right?”
