“Ok, here’s the rest of it,” I say to the girl as I look over my shoulder to make sure that Beck hasn’t come out yet.
“Alright, your total is $1,782.44,” she says, and I nod, handing her my card and watching as she runs it through the machine.
“What are you doing?” Beckett’s voice comes from behind me.
Fuck. I figured it would take longer for him to change.
“Nothing,” I sing-song as the girl slides the card back to me and I sign on the screen, opting to have the receipt texted to me.
The girl behind the counter awkwardly packs up the rest of the clothes into bags as I feel Beckett’s glare on the side of my face.
“It’s already done,” I say, placing my card back into my wallet and offering him a smile.
“Here you go,” the girl says, sliding three big bags of stuff to me before hurrying away.
“You’re in so much trouble,” he whispers, grabbing the bags off the counter. My eyes widen as I follow him out of the store.
He’s very quiet as we walk through the mall. I’m not sure where he’s going.
“You ok?” I whisper, reaching for his hand. He lets me grab it as he nods, but continues to pull me through the mall like he’s on a mission and knows exactly where he’s going.
Victoria’s Secret.
“Beckett, what are we doing here?” I ask as he pulls me into the bright pink store.
“Payback.” Is all he says, and he looks around and spots the dressing rooms, nudging me towards them. He sets his bags down inside the door.
A few minutes later, someone comes in, and she has a bright smile on her face.
“I don’t know what you did to him, but you are a lucky girl,” she whispers, before explaining the process of how she’s going to measure me for the perfect bra.
“I bought him clothes,” I say, face-palming, and she giggles. She seems like she’s only a little older than me.
“Girl, men don’t like women paying for their stuff.”
“Oh, trust me; I’m learning that.”
I listen as she tells me to take my shirt off so she can measure me over the bra I’m already wearing.
After a few minutes, she disappears, and I stand in the dressing room topless for a few minutes before there’s a knock.
“Open the door.” Beckett’s voice is calmer than I feel like it should be. A little deeper than normal, leaving no room for argument.
I unlock the door and step back so he can come in. His jaw is clenched, and I feel a little nervous standing in front of him like this. I know that he’s seen me naked, but this seems different.
We’re in public, and he’s pissed.
“It’s just money, Beck. It’s really no big deal. All I have to do is post a stupid fifteen-second video, and I can make it back,” I begin to ramble to try to justify doing what I did. “I just wanted to take care of you. You always take care of me, and I wanted to spoil you this time. You deserve it. I’m sorry if it insulted your manhood or whatever, but I—” He presses a finger to my lips to silence me.
“This has nothing to do with money. You got to dress me, and now I get to dress you.”
I nod, afraid that if I open my mouth, I will just word vomit again and probably embarrass myself.
“Take it off,” he says, sitting down on the bench.
Like the dressing room at Buckle, it’s pretty spacious, and there’s plenty of room for both of us to be in here comfortably.
“What am I putting on?” I whisper. My voice lacks the confidence it had when we were in the other store.
