He stepped closer behind me, big hand settling easily on my waist. “Yes?”
“Look at this.”
He examined the piece. “That’s cute.”
“That’s all you have to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.
He leaned down slightly so his mouth was near my ear. “I’m picturing you wearing it,” he murmured.
My ears went hot.
The associate returned just then, arms full of hangers. “I pulled a few things based on your measurements,” she said cheerfully, laying them across a velvet-topped bench near the fitting rooms.
I turned, immediately distracted. “Oh, my god.”
There had to be at least ten pieces there, all as beautiful as the next.
The woman smiled at my reaction. “We’ll start with these and see how they fit. If anything needs adjusting, we can pull different sizes.”
She gestured excitedly toward the dressing rooms. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I looked at Grey, who nodded, that familiar approving little smile on his face. “Go on,” he encouraged.
The associate, Melanie, according to her name tag, turned to Greyson as I carefully gathered the hangers. “Now, as a shop policy, we do allow partners to peek in to see how things are fitting, only with the customer’s consent, of course. The important thing is that nothing intimate occurs, for legal reasons and for the safety and cleanliness of our products.”
Greyson inclined his head politely. “Understood.”
Melanie smiled, clearly satisfied, then gestured toward the seating area beside the fitting rooms. “There’s a bench right there if you’d like to sit while he tries things on.”
Greyson moved over and settled onto the velvet bench with the easy confidence of someone entirely at home in expensive places.
I was already halfway into the nearest dressing room with my little pile of hangers.
Just before I slipped behind the curtain, Melanie added brightly, “Oh! And since you two are the only ones here today…”
I paused, peeking back out.
She gave a conspiratorial smile.
“If you’d like, you can come out and show each piece once you put it on. Like a little fashion show.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Of course,” she said with a small laugh. “It actually helps a lot with fit. I can see how the fabric moves, where things sit, and whether we need to adjust sizes.” She glanced toward Greyson. “And I imagine your partner would enjoy the view.”
Greyson, who had leaned back slightly on the bench with his arms resting comfortably along the back, looked entirely pleased with that suggestion. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” he said.
My cheeks warmed at the flutter of excitement in my belly that the suggestion caused.
“Okay,” I murmured as Melanie grinned.
“Perfect.”
I ducked fully into the dressing room then, pulling the curtain closed behind me.
The space inside was just as elegant as the rest of the boutique, with a full-length mirror, a small velvet stool, and golden bars secured to the walls where I could hang the pieces from.
Outside the curtain, I could hear the low murmur of Greyson and Melanie chatting quietly.
