“My sister used to kidnap me and do a fashion show in her room. I got good at recognizing what works and what doesn’t.”
I plucked the clothes out of his hand. “I’ll try them on.”
The dressing rooms were at the back of the store, around a corner and down a narrow hallway. The top was cutverylow, and barely covered my nipples. But I didn’t feel self conscious as I stepped out to show Cash.
“Well?” I gave a little twirl. “Thoughts?”
He crossed his arms and scratched his chin. “The top and jacket are fantastic.”
“The girls aren’t too exposed?” I asked, rolling my shoulders forward so that my breasts squeezed together.
Cash’s eyes flicked down for a polite heartbeat. “They’re definitely out there. But in a good way.” He gestured. “But I’m not feeling the skirt.”
“I was skeptical of it, too,” I said. “It’s not tight enough through the waist.”
“A belt would help. Or… hold on. Come here.”
I followed him over to another clothes rack. He plucked another hanger off and held it up. “Maybe this?”
I leaned in to check the tag. “That’s my size! Good eye.”
“Excuse me,” another customer said as she tried squeezing by. I instinctively stepped out of her way, but there wasn’t much room in the cramped store, so I ended up pressed against Cash as she passed.
It only lasted two seconds, but it felt like my senses were heightened. The tickle of his breath on the back of my neck, the warmth of his body, and the rich scent of him. I was hyper aware of the fact that my ass was up against his crotch.
But when the woman was gone, I lingered a moment before giving him space again. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he replied with a smile that was alotmore suggestive than I expected.
I took the skirt and returned to the dressing room.
When I came out again, his eyes widened. “Oh, yeah. That’s the winner.”
“You think so?” I gave a little twirl.
“Absolutely.”
I turned toward the mirror on the wall. “How’s my ass look?”
“Incredible,” he breathed.
I glanced over at him.
“Oh, you mean in the skirt? It looks perfect.”
The casual compliment filled me with warmth. “If I didn’t know any better, Cash Delaney of Cherry Midnight fame, I would say you’re flirting with me.”
A new look flickered in his green eyes, one I hadn’t seen before this moment. “Maybe I am.”
I stepped closer to him, glancing toward the front of the store. The employee was still totally focused on her book, and hadn’t glanced up once since we came in. And the other customer was walking toward a rack of jeans on the opposite end of the room.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I was feeling bold all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the disappointment that Riot was sick and we wouldn’t be able to take advantage of our hotel room. Or maybe I was finally growing comfortable enough with the other band members that I wasn’t afraid to say what I was thinking.
“If you want to flirt with me,” I whispered, “thenflirtwith me. Don’t screw around.”
“Is that a request, or a demand?” he asked softly.
I responded by raising my eyebrows expectantly.
