I smiled stiffly and brought the customer to the register. “Did you find everything okay today?”
“Yes,” the blonde said.
“Wonderful.” I swallowed a lump in my throat, avoiding Meg’s appraising gaze. “Um, would you like to earn rewards for this purchase?” I asked.
“I’m sure you’ve got my number for some kind of program,” the blonde said, poking her phone.
“Perfect.” I flexed my shoulders, cognizant of the itch against my sides. How delicate was this mesh? Would the agitation ruin it?
As soon as I checked her out, another customer approached. Then, another. Sales-wise, this was great. But my bra was still sitting in that dressing room, unattended. Someone might complain. Oh, gosh. I hoped Meg didn’t get to it before I did.
Sweat slid down the small of my back.
Giselle was going to fire me. Then, tie me up with all these strappy things and throw me onto the street.
After serving the last customer, Meg punched a bunch of keys on the register. “All those happy couples are exhausting.”
“Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested.
She arched her brow. “Are you sure you can handle the store by yourself?”
I laughed awkwardly. “Uh, have you seen how many sales I’ve made?”
“Must be your lucky day,” she said, sauntering off.
I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. Either way, I finally had time to change.
I hurried toward the dressing room, ignoring the chime by the main entrance. No time to greet anybody. I needed to change.
My shirt was halfway off when I heard Angel call, “Pidge? Oh pigeon?”
I peeked through the dressing room doorway. “Angel? What are you doing here?”
He gave me a wolfish grin and lightly clawed at my door, his skin flushed and dewy. “I wanted to get a closer look at the merchandise. And the model, if she's free.”
Oh, gosh, those hungry eyes made me want to tear both our clothes at the seams. But no one else could catch us like this.
I grabbed the part in his button-down shirt and dragged him in until my back hit the wall, my heart thumping hard as I inhaled his floral musk.
All I’d done was send him a photo. And here he was. Begging.
We really did sell fantasies that could become reality at The Closette.
Chapter twenty-one
Undressing Room
We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Especially not while I was on the clock.
But how could I resist my boyfriend’s embrace after such a stressful shift? Gosh, Angel smelled so enticing. We kissed as his roaming hands explored my exposed flesh.
“Is this a close enough look for you?” I asked, arching my chest toward him.
“Not yet.” He raked his gaze over the snug fit on my breasts. “How does it feel?”
I smoothed the stretched cups and pinched my nipples. “Good. Really good.”
He slid his palm down the curve of my spine, pulling me into him as he shifted the sleeve to expose the sides of my breasts. “Can I feel for myself?”
