“Do you have a skirt?” he asks, looking around.
“I don’t think I do,” I tell him.
“You don’tthinkyou do?” he asks. “What does that mean?”
“Lana got me new clothes when I got done with my stint in the medical ward,” I admit. “I had to put on weight to be discharged so I needed new things. I haven’t really looked through it all, but I don’t think there’s a skirt. I’m not used to wearing them anyway.”
I pick up a pair of jeans and put them on.
“I can’t think of better excuse for a shopping trip,” Harper tells me. “You should have clothes you picked for yourself, and you should definitely try out skirts, and dresses.”
“Sounds like fun,” I start. “Maybe after I get my first paycheck. I was thinking about going into the city to the mall then.”
“We can go at the weekend. Falcon said we’ll all be free at the weekend.”
“We can see what everyone wants to do,” I tell him. “Maybe Falcon will have plans for us.”
It takes a minute to find a T-shirt that’s not just white to pull on over the bright bra.
The gray one is a bit clingy, but at least it’s a dark color.
“Here,” Harper says, handing me a pale lilac sweater. “I haven’t worn it in ages, but I think it’ll suit you.”
“Thanks.” I put it on, and he nods.
“I was right. It looks good.”
I glance in the mirror.
It hangs nicely, and the color is gorgeous.
“I should be your personal stylist.”
“The job’s yours if you want it.”
He smiles and wraps his arms around me. “I want it.”
Somehow, I don’t think he’s talking about being my stylist.
He brushes my hair back and kisses my throat.
My marks make the skin there so sensitive.
It’s almost like he’s kissing me below the waist.
My panties feel damp within seconds.
“We can’t start something,” I remind him, kind of wishing we could.
He sighs and lets me go. “I know. Sorry. We should probably leave the bedroom. It’s the horniest room in this suite.”
“Really?” I ask, as I move toward the bedroom door. “After last night, I’m not so sure about that.”
He laughs. “That was only because we didn’t want to wake you. Jay thought you could use the rest.”
“Well, I’m glad I woke up when I did. I would have hated to miss the whole thing.”
I step into the main room of the suite to see Shayne sitting at the dining table. He looks up from his phone and smiles.
