I couldn’t exactly correct her on that.
So I rolled with it.
“She said you would know her size and preferences.”
“Wonderful. Who might it be?”
“Monroe? Monroe London.”
“Oh, my,” the woman said, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’ve dressed many women in my day. I have to say, I think Monroe is by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever dressed. And, I’d wager, the most beautiful one you’ve everundressed,” she added with a little glint in her eye.
I wish.
“I swear those breasts of hers just defy gravity.”
Not something I needed to know.
My cock, which really needed to calm the fuck down, twitched.
“And thoselegs!But, of course. I mean, her grandmother was known for her gams.”
She kept up a running monologue about both Monroe and Roe’s grandmother as she bustled around the shop, snatching several dresses off of racks and moving them all to a central rack to display them.
My gaze slid to one of the price tags, and I exhaled hard when I realized they weren’t, in fact, expensive. Monroe was just painfully underpaid at her job.
“Now, I know she is partial to the emerald, but I really think the blue would look stunning with her eyes.”
She’d gathered a black, green, blue, a dark red one which looked black at certain angles, a deep bruised purple, and an unexpected cream with sparkles that, I imagined, would almost look like she was naked on stage.
“Bag ‘em all up.”
“All of them?”
“Unless you don’t think she’d like any of them.”
“Oh, no. I’ve seen her eyeing all of these.”
“Good. Then let’s ring ‘em up.”
She was holding back a smile as she brought the dresses over to the counter.
“You would probably be the best person to ask about this,” I said as I passed her some cash. “Do you know of a good tailor in the area?”
“Oh, these should all fit Monroe’s figure perfectly.”
“No, no. Not for her. I bought some suits that aren’t quite right.”
That was obviously a lie. But it was hard to feel bad when I had just dropped a couple grand.
“Oh, of course. In that case, there’s a great place over on Arctic Ave.”
“Great. Thanks so much. You’ve been really helpful,” I told her as she passed me the garment bag full of dresses.
“Anytime. Monroe really landed herself a winner,” she said as she walked me to the door.
“Think I’m the winner in that deal.”
If only it were real.
