“Am I passing your inspection?” I do a twirl.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, before his gaze flicks to the lingerie waiting on the wall hooks. “All of this is yours now, bella, and I want to see you in every single set.”
“Damiano, we should take them home and do this in private.”
He looks around the fitting room before closing and locking the door behind him. “This is private enough. Get changed, bella. Now.”
There’s something extra intense in the way he’s looking at me—desperation mixed with something else.
Not gonna lie, being the object of his complete focus is a turn-on. I slowly lift my sweater back up and over my head, revealing the cherry bra. Then I slide off my jeans and underwear, and replace them with the matching panties. I face Damiano.
His dark eyes devour me. With a single finger, he gestures that I should turn. I pause when my back is to him. I can now see myself in the mirror, and him behind me. Again, his gaze is locked on me. I can feel it, like hands caressing my skin.
“This was a good choice,” he says. “Now try on the next set.”
I slip off the bra and panties. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. Hurry up, Madison. I don’t have much patience.”
Something is off, but he doesn’t want to talk about it yet. I can wait, because I like this game. I like his attention, his desperation.
I go to the next hanger and pull on the dark blue panties. The fabric is a plain, stretchy material, but the waistband is formed of connected silver stars. The bra has matching stars between the cups and at the points where the straps and cups connect.
Once everything is on, I turn around to model it for Damiano.
“Yes, very beautiful,” he murmurs. “I think Seth would especially like to see you in this one.”
I frown. Does he know that I’m still mad at Seth?
His mouth twists in a knowing grin. “You’re in big trouble for ignoring his calls. And mine.”
“I didn’t ignore your calls—oh. Did you call me a little while ago?” I remember the call that came in before I entered the shop. I’d assumed it was Seth.
Damiano nods. “I called and texted several times.”
“Well.” I give him what I hope is an apologetic smile. “I didn’t ignore you on purpose.”
“I had to tell you something important.” He strides to the low couch along the fitting room wall and sits down. To someone else, he might seem at ease. But I can see the tension coiled in his shoulders and hear the danger in his voice. “We can talk about Seth giving you space if you require it. But sometimes we will need to get in touch with you.”
“What did you need to tell me?” I unsnap the bra and slide the straps off my shoulders.
He gives a single, infuriating shrug. “It was urgent, but now it can wait. Show me another set of lingerie.”
“Are you mad at me?” I put on the next set. The satin is pale purple and blue, with an iridescent sheen to it.
“No, I am not angry.” He leans back to watch me dress.
Despite his posture, I get the impression that at any second he might spring forward and fuck me against the wall.
And I wouldn’t mind in the slightest. I’m getting my new panties wet and I’ve barely worn them for thirty seconds.
“Come here. I want to look closer.” His voice is silky danger.
I step toward him until I’m standing between his knees.
He leans forward until his face is level with my stomach, and inhales. “I can smell your arousal, bella.”
A new pulse of lust moves through me at his words.
