Huh. They seemed to generate more sexual tension than the couple trying to get it on in the dressing room.
The blonde narrowed her gaze on the rhinestone detailing the edge of the same bodysuit I’d secured for the dressing room diva, then turned to me. “Does this come in red?”
“Y-yes. Would you like to try it on?” I offered. I was heading to the dressing room anyway.
She nodded.
I led her to the stall next to my little rebels. “My name’s Tori. Just let me know if you need anything.”
Helping all my customers managed to distract me from my own romantic escapades. The dressing room stowaway sheepishly bought both bodysuits for his girlfriend.
“I can’t believe they’re so expensive,” he muttered.
“Think of them as an investment. When I look good, I feel good, and I share that with you,” she said.
“Can’t complain about that,” he said.
Careful not to touch them in the purchase handoff, I forced a smile. “We’re so glad you enjoyed your experience. Please shop with us again.”
Just don’t do anything where I’d have to sanitize the dressing rooms afterward, I wanted to add.
“I’m gonna take care of a Code Lavender,” I told Meg.
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the happy couple leaving. “Our products work too well.”
I honked out a laugh, then grabbed a cleaning wipe and a perfume bottle to cover up anything too salacious in the now-vacated dressing room.
Secret Valentine.
I smiled and caressed the bottle. It reminded me of Angel. Of his touch upon my wrist. His breath on my neck. I couldn’t wait to see him tonight.
After a few spritzes in the privacy of the stall, I inhaled deeply. Just a few hours more and we’d be together.
I examined the leftover merchandise for stains or tears, but a fair amount of what they’d brought in appeared untouched, like they’d run out of time to try it, or just hit the jackpot with the bodysuit and moved on. This lace chemise was so beautifully delicate. The ribbon-themed lingerie had a nice, silky stretch. No wonder the couple were so excited to test out their outfits.
Maybe I was a little tempted too.
After all, I needed new pajamas and underwear. It was basic self-care, just like the blonde had reasoned. And Giselle said the best way to educate myself on our products was to try them on, right? So she wouldn’t be too mad if I took a second to investigate our wares.
I locked the door, then whipped my clothes off, hurrying into a semi-sheer off-the-shoulder bralette with heart patterns, which swelled as my breasts filled the mesh. Soft lighting smoothed out the bags under my eyes—or maybe it was the angled mirror. I turned, admiring the graceful sweep of fabric across my curves.
These were a lot cuter than my cotton pajamas. Not as comfortable, maybe, but they accentuated my figure in a way that made me want to preen. I had a wonderful body. One worth exploring and enjoying.
Especially with a special angel of mine.
I slid my hands over my silken skin, imagining my boyfriend’s reaction to this vision. But the lighting and moment would be different. Maybe it’dbe better to mull over a big, impractical purchase like this. I snapped a few pictures, then censored my nipples with little heart emojis. Now, to write a cute message…
While I was typing and deleting, the stall next to me creaked open. “Hey, Tori?” the blonde customer called.
I gasped and clutched my phone. Oh, scrubs. I was half-naked!AndI just sent the pic to my boyfriend without context.
“Um, one second. Just tidying up.” I yanked my shirt on over the lingerie. It wasn’t a smooth fit, but hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.
I shoved open the door and nearly tumbled into the hallway. “H-hey. How can I help you?”
“I’m going to take the red,” the blonde said.
“Great.” I’d be right next to Meg at the checkout counter. Would she notice the bulge where the tags grazed my armpits? Scrubs, what if she thought I was trying to shoplift?
