“Do you really think so?”Iput one hand on my hip and tossed my hair.
“Fuck,yes.”Hiswarm brown eyes were moving up and down my body, lingering on my legs, my hips, and most of all, my breasts.
I shifted again, feeling them jiggle as the soft fabric rubbed my nipples.Iliked the way he was looking at me—like he wanted to eat me up.I’dhad men stare at me before, but never like this.Carterwas always critical and the men in town always whispered to each other, things like,
“Yeah, she’s a nice piece of ass but what anIceQueen.”
“BetCarterhas to tie her down to breed her.Thatkind won’t part her legs unless you force her.”
And things like that.
But no one—untilKorhad come along—had looked at me with such open admiration and desire in his eyes.Theexpression on his face made me feel beautiful and desirable and free.
I twirled again.
“So you like it?”
“I fucking love it,” he said hoarsely.“Goddamn,Vivienne—Ithought you were gorgeous before but this…”Hemade a gesture with one hand.“You’rea knock-out.”
I blushed with pleasure—Ihad never had so many compliments before, andIfound thatIliked hearing them—liked it a lot.
“ShouldItry on something else?”Iasked.
“Sure—absolutely.”Henodded.“Let’skeep this fashion show rolling.”
“Okay.”
I went to the boxes on the counter and found another sundressI’dordered—this one even shorter.Itook it in the bathroom and tried it on.Thehem on this one fell to mid-thigh, showing even more of my legs.
The top had straps this time, with a scooped, sweetheart neckline.IsupposeIcould have put my bra back on…butIdidn’t want to.Iwas enjoying the way the cool, silky fabric rubbed against my bare nipples.
Or maybe you just like the way it feels whenKorlooks at you,whispered a little voice in my head.
I pushed it away and smoothed down the yellow fabric, which looked wonderful with my dark hair.ThenIleft the bathroom and went back to continue the “fashion show.”
Kor’s eyes went wide again when he saw me in the shorter dress.
“God damn, you’rekillingme over here,Vivienne,” he said hoarsely, andIsaw that there was a definite bulge in the crotch of his trousers.
“You like it?”Ithrew back my shoulders and lifted my chin.Iwas feeling bolder by the moment and it was a heady experience.
“Iloveit,” he asserted.“Youought to dress like that all the time—it really suits you.”
“MaybeIwill.”Itook a step towards him, getting into his space.Hewas sitting on one of the barstool chairs with his long legs spread andIstepped up untilIwas almost between his knees.“Feelthe fabric,”Iinvited him.Andtaking one of his big hands,Iplaced it on my thigh, right at the hem of the dress.
“Fuck,” he breathed, andIcould feel the warmth of his hand as he stroked tentatively over my thigh.
“It’s silky, right?”Isaid, rather breathlessly.
He nodded.
“So silky…”
“I thought you’d like it.”Ismiled at him tentatively.“Andof course it’s not wrong for you to touch it—to touch me—since the dress is between us.Right?”
“Right.Imean, absolutely.”Henodded and let his hand slide up to cup one of my hips.“Imean,I’mjust feeling the fabric.”
“Exactly.”
