There is a low probability that we would see someone whom one of us knows and would say something to Briar.
I’m not above just not telling him and just sending him an invite to the wedding.
Not that there will be a wedding or anything.
But if we continue this, then there could be. I wouldn’t be against marrying Beckett. Not even a little bit.
“Hi, welcome to Buckle. What can I do for you guys today?” asks a girl who’s probably close to my age as soon as we walk in.
“We’re just looking around. I can let you know if we need anything,” I say with a soft smile. She nods, and I pull Beckett towards the men’s section.
“Alright, let’s start with pants first. What’s your size?” I ask, letting my eyes roam over the different styles of jeans, the colors, and patterns that they offer.
“Jesus Christ, where did you bring me?” he asks, picking up a pair of dark jeans and looking at the price tag.
“Not those ones,” I say, setting the jeans down. “Those will not make your ass look good.” I ignore his question and continue browsing.
I know that Beckett has money. He lives a very minimalistic life, so you wouldn’t really be able to tell. I also know that he probably isn’t used to splurging on himself, so today is going to be filled with all kinds of adventures.
“Don’t look at the price tag. Your only job is to just pick out what you like and tell me what you don’t, so I can make you look hot,” I say, smacking his ass playfully. He glares at me over his shoulder, and I just wink.
I grab some different jeans that all have different fits, and force him into a changing room. While he’s changing, step one of my diabolical plan is in motion.
“Hi,” I say to the same girl who greeted us when we walked in. She’s at the checkout counter now and looks up at me with a smile.
“Everything that I bring over to you, can you hang onto it, please? I don’t want the guy I’m with to know how much I’m spending, so if you could be discreet about it, that would be appreciated. I don’t have a budget. I’ll come pay and pick the bags up when we’re done,” I say.
She looks at me wide-eyed and nods.
“Thanks,” I say with a smile before turning and going back over to the dressing room.
“How’s it looking? Do I need to come in there with you?” I ask, tapping on his door.
“No, I can dress myself, Sloane,” he mumbles. I roll my eyes before turning around and going to pick out some shirts.
The store is pretty empty, which surprises me, but now that I think about it, it’s not really shopping season since kids would be back in school now, I think.
I grab tees and button-ups in every color and in brands that I think will look nice on him.
“Open up,” I say, knocking. I hear him let out a sigh, but he does as I say. I give him a big smile and shove my way into the room. It’s fairly good-sized, and there is plenty of room for the two of us.
While he tries on another pair of pants, I hand him the shirts, going by what I think will look best on him, to shirts that he can lounge around in or go out in the shop in.
“Oh, damn baby, these ones make your bum look amazing,” I say, smacking his ass as he bends over to pick something up off the ground.
He lets out a surprised noise and straightens.
“Oh, my God. IstheeBeckett Hayes, blushing!?” I squeal.
“I am not,” he mumbles, his cheeks turning even redder. I smile and turn him around to look at me. I slowly look him up and down, my eyes squinting as I check out my work of art.
“Oh yeah, I will for sure be putting these in the cart.” He lets out a huff, but doesn’t disagree. “How do they feel?” I ask, looking up at him.
“They feel like jeans,” he grumbles.
I roll my eyes at him. The least he could do is pretend like he is enjoying himself.
“You know what I mean. Do they fit ok? Is the material ok?”
