Good grief.
This man had my brain completely muddled.
“What's wrong?You're staring off into space.”His face was full of concern.
So, I told him half of what was wrong.“Nothing fits.And everything feels,” I spread my arms out, “weird.”
He looked at me and then leaned forward.“Why didn't you say something?”
I sneered at him and whispered, “Because I don't want to complain and get a spanking.”
I was pretty sure I'd never seen anyone smile that wide before.Stefan's head fell back, and he laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Then he stepped forward and took me in his arms.And kissed me.“Telling me that you don't like the clothes you're trying on will never earn you a spanking.”His lips moved to my ear, where he whispered, “But this attitude will.”
Something deep inside of me warmed as I drew my legs together.I wasn't sure why his warnings affected me this way—but they did.
“Why are you always talking about spanking me?”I said just loud enough for him to hear.The way he stood—the way he spoke—it was all so predatory.
And I loved it.
“Why are you always thinking about me spanking you?”he countered and ran the tip of his nose down my jaw and kissed my neck.
I shivered and gasped.
“Let's go,Signora Sovrano.”
Stefan grabbed my hand and led me out of the store.“Should we buy you some new panties?”Stefan put his sunglasses back on and looked at me.“To replace the wet ones you're currently wearing?”
I wanted to kick him.But there were too many witnesses out here.I shrugged.“Lucky guess,” I said nonchalantly.He laughed at that and nodded toward the other side of the road.“There's a good place over there.Quality stuff.Nothing itchy or scratchy.I promise.”
Now I really wanted to kick him.
Instead, I sent him a look that I hoped told him exactly what I wanted to do to him.
We waited for the light to change and then crossed with half a dozen people around us.
Stefan surprised me.I thought he'd be mad—or at least slightly ticked off that I didn't like any of the clothes in the last store.In fact—he seemed fine.More than fine.
Happy even.
And that confused the heck out of me.
“This one.”Stefan pointed to a small store.There were a few mannequins in the windows wearing various lingerie.One quick glance told me this place was classy.And expensive.Absolutely nothing I'd be able to pay for.
Stefan reached for the door, but I pulled him back.“I need to tell you something.”I bit my lip and backed up.
Stefan let go of the door.“What's wrong?Don't you like this store?”
I sighed and pointed at the window.“Look at their stuff.”
He peered at the mannequins and then back at me.“It looks fine to me.What am I missing?”
I rolled my eyes.“The price tag.There's no way I can afford anything in there.”
