We turned the corner.
And there it was.
The storefront was elegantly styled with satin displays, and mannequins dressed in delicate lace pieces far more intricate than anything you’d find in an ordinary lingerie shop.
But the mannequins were unmistakably male.
Silk bralettes cut to fit a masculine chest.
High-waisted lace panties designed with the proper tailoring.
Sheer bodysuits that would cling beautifully to a slender frame like Lane’s.
Lane stopped dead in the hallway. “No way… Daddy!”
“Surprise,” I said.
Lane turned to me with an expression somewhere between shock and absolute delight. “I’m going to die of happiness!”
12
Lane
The inside of the boutique was even better than the window display. Racks upon racks of lingerie hung neatly arranged by color and fabric—lace, silk, satin, and sheer mesh that shimmered faintly when I moved past it.
Everything looked expensive.
Everything looked like something I desperately wanted to wear.
A woman behind the counter glanced up as we entered. “Hi, welcome in,” she said, stepping around the counter. Her gaze moved over me—not in a judging way, but with the appreciative eye of someone who clearly worked in fashion. “I haven’t had a customer all day, but that was obviously to prepare me for you,” she added with a delighted little smile. “You’d look absolutely exquisite in our pieces.”
My face warmed instantly. “Oh, thank you…”
“Have you worn lingerie before?”
“Yes,” I told her. “I’ve never been to a shop like this before, though. We usually buy from online stores.”
I was already drifting toward the nearest rack.
Greyson took over my role in the conversation, explaining that he’d taken us to this mall specifically for this store. Our usual mall had a lingerie store, but the only men’s items they had were a few spandex briefs.
As I ran my fingers over a row of gorgeous embroidered bodysuits, Greyson pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to the woman. “These are his measurements, and you’ll also see some of the pieces he already owns, their sizes, and how they fit him.”
“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed, her brows high. “This is super helpful.” She scanned the page quickly, her expression growing more impressed the longer she looked. “This is incredibly thorough,” she said, glancing between the measurements and me. “Chest, underbust, waist, hip… and notes about stretch tolerance?” She laughed softly. “Someone’s been very attentive.”
I grinned and glanced back at Grey. “It doesn’t surprise me anymore.”
Greyson didn’t look even slightly ashamed of that fact.
“Well, it definitely helps me,” she replied, already tucking the paper onto the counter beside her. “Give me just a minute, and I’ll pull a few things I think will suit you.”
While she disappeared behind a corner, I drifted further into the boutique.
Up close, the pieces were even prettier than they’d looked from the doorway. There were frilly babydolls, silky camisoles with tiny bows stitched at the straps, and lace panties in soft pastel shades that looked almost too pretty to wear.
I picked up a pale lavender set and held it up against myself.
“Daddy,” I whispered.
