“It’s so comfortable,” I say, as I turn slightly to check out the back.
“All my clothes are designed to look amazing yet feel comfortable. And, if you pair it with these,” she grabs a pair of pink and white trainers from a shelf, “it can be a casual outfit,” She then grabs a set of pink sandals. “Or these, for a little dressier.”
I nod, biting on my lower lip with uncertainty. This all looks so expensive.
“Right, are you ready to show the others?”
I swallow. I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous. Maybe because this is the first time I’ve really looked pregnant instead of just bloated and swollen.
Or maybe because Ray is outside. And I want to see his reaction. I want to see if there’s desire behind those eyes.
The second I step out, the room goes quiet.
Lucy’s eyes widen first. “Oh wow.”
But it’s Ray’s reaction that completely steals the air from my lungs.
He stands immediately, like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. His eyes drag slowly over me before settling on my face again, something unreadable flickering in them.
And it’s not lust, like I half expected.Desired.But something better, more genuine. Like I’ve actually stunned him.
Heat floods my cheeks instantly. “Is it okay?” I mumble, tugging awkwardly at the fabric over my stomach.
Ray crosses the room slowly. My pulse starts hammering for absolutely no reason at all.
He stops in front of me, his gaze dropping to where my hand is resting on my bump. Then gently—so gently it almost hurts—he wraps his fingers around my wrist and lowers my hand. He takes one step back and stares again.
“You like it?” I ask carefully.
His eyes flick over me again. “Very much.” The roughness in his voice sends warmth spiralling low in my stomach.
Jenna claps her hands together. “Right. We’re buying this one.”
“Oh . . . I . . . we haven’t discussed a budget,” I say, feeling a heat creep over my cheeks.
“Yes, we’re definitely buying it,” Ray says calmly at the exact same time.
“And the shoes?” she asks.
I’m already shaking my head. “That’s way too much, Ray.”
“Whatever shoes you think will go,” he replies, holding eye contact with me.
“Both pairs?” Jenna asks.
“Yes,” he nods.
Jenna beams. “I love when rich men are cooperative.”
I step closer, looking up at him. “Ray, that’s so kind of you but––”
He places a finger over my lips. “I want to spoil the mother of my child, Wynter. Please, just let me.”
I swallow the refusal and eventually nod.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my temple. “Show me what else is in there.”
Over the next hour, Jenna has me trying on everything from soft knitted dresses to fitted jumpsuits that somehow make me look stylish instead of exhausted. She adds bags, shoes, trainers. Listing all different ways to wear one outfit for several occasions.
