Chapter twenty
Confidence
It was hard not to think about sex when people kept trying to have it at The Closette. The second I walked away from the dressing room hallway a girl snuck her boyfriend into her stall. Couples weren’t allowed in there together, even for ‘assistance.’
I hurried back, but hesitated to knock amid their giggles and kisses.
How was I supposed to stop them? It wasn’t like I could ask if they needed help with anything. They’d probably think I wanted to join them.
Asking Giselle for advice would just prove I had no idea how to deal with bodies again.
But the snap of elastic sparked me into action. Those people could damage the merchandise, and I wouldn’t let that happen.
It was time to put on my big girl panties.
I rapped on the door. “Excuse me. Did you need someone to check adjustment and fit?”
“Oh, no, I’m good,” the customer said. Another snap of elastic and shift of fabric followed. “Verygood,” she breathed.
I rolled my eyes and spun the ring of dressing room keys around my finger. “Well, as a friendly reminder, there’s only one guest allowed per Closette stall. These are delicate items, and any damage may result in aconsultation with our loss prevention staff. We want to give our customers the very best experience…for clothes they can enjoy at home, you understand.”
The couple quieted.
“But if you’re enjoying this set so much, maybe I should see what other colors we have and bring them over to help you complete your purchase?”
“Um, I could use it in black,” the customer said.
“I’ll be right back,” I warned her cheerfully.
I’d give her exactly one minute. Her partner better be out and dressed by then.
I waited behind a blonde with flowing, shampoo-ad worthy hair and a broad-shouldered guy in some kind of warehouse uniform to access the bodysuit display.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, so I need new underwear. That’s basic self-care,” the blonde insisted, gesturing to the scantily-clad models and mannequins.
He rubbed his flushed ear. “Okay, but why bring me to buy it?”
She shrugged, coyly playing with a fringed bra. “You’re my boyfriend. I needed my beefcake to carry the bags.”
Lingerie usually wasn't heavy enough to need a muscle man for assistance, but I figured they both knew that.
He crossed his arms. “I don’t know about fancy stuff like this. As long as it’s clean, it’s good with me.”
He’d probably just rip it off when they got home anyway. I bit my lip to stop a laugh.
The boxy guy glanced at me, then shuffled aside. “I thought you said we’d be getting something to eat,” he told her.
“I said we’d go shopping and get a little treat,” she said matter-of-factly.
He snorted and rubbed the nape of his reddened neck. “I’ll be outside while you decide on your ‘treat.’ Any other stops on your list, like Fernando and Hitch?”
She busied herself flipping through the rack. “No, we don’t have to walk that way. Think about what you want to eat, though.”
He inhaled deeply and propped his arm on the wall next to her. “I have been thinking about it.”
Her gaze flicked over the areas his tee clung to his body. “I’m sure you have. You’ve got quite the appetite. Just let me know where to take you after this, or I’ll get you another one of those green shakes to fill you up.”
Her boyfriend chuckled, then shook his head and left.
