He caught himself smiling. Crystal Fox amused him on a daily basis. Nobody else got away with telling him half of the things she did. She was the best administrative assistant he’d had in years, so he compromised. A lot. But now, those clothes had to go. “Nevertheless… you can use a minimum makeover.”
She threw her hands in the air, sighing. “Oh great, you’re already insulting me like a longtime boyfriend. I’m thinking the pretend part won’t be needed after all.”
“Hey. You’re a pretty lady. I just want the world to see it, too.” He stood. “C’mon. I’m taking you shopping.”
She frowned. “R-Right now?”
“It’s like they say… if not now, then when?” he asked innocently. He usually hated taking women shopping, but he knew in his gut going with Crystal would be too much fun to pass up.
* * *
“She’s beenin there for a while. Is everything okay?” Lucas asked the personal stylist who had helped them in the VIP floor of the luxury department store where, reluctantly, Crystal had answered to questions about her preferences and style.
Then, Felicia, the lovely lady in her fifties, had prepared a fitting room for her with all kinds of outfits for Crystal to try on.
He’d sat on the chair across from the fitting room, waiting for her to pop out at any moment and bite him. But… nothing.
“Would you like to show us the dress?” the stylist asked.
“Not necessarily... but sure, I guess you can see it,” Crystal said from the fitting room.
She opened the door, and Lucas did a double take. His heart hammered in his chest as he lasered his gaze in on her.
The red dress accentuated the rack he never imagined she had. Thin straps supported each side of her shoulders, then a corset-type top squeezed her breasts, creating a sinful valley in between them. His throat thickened, and any moisture evaporated. Who knew Crystal had epic tits? Well, he supposed she did, but he never looked at her that way. His father had almost destroyed the business because of an affair with the assistant. Why would he do the same?
She shifted her weight from foot to foot. He studied her, lowering his gaze, sliding past the indent at her waist and down her thighs. Sadly, the gown covered the legs, making him wonder if they were as delectable as the rest of her.
“Oh, turn around, the tag is showing,” Felicia said in a voice far, far away.
Crystal gyrated so the woman could hide the tag, and air was socked from his lungs. He salivated over the most perfect ass he’d ever seen. The hips were round, lush, shapely, and the way the fabric hugged her butt cheeks, he imagined they were fleshy, a bit muscly, kissable even.
“Mister Grande?”
“Oh.” He scratched his chin. “Looks good to me. What do you think, Crystal?”
“It’s not something I’d wear in a million of years. But if you think it’s fancy enough for the type of places we’ll visit, sure, I don’t mind,” she said matter-of-factly. Then, she smoothed her hand over the fabric, as to prove a point.
Cold sweat slicked his palm. He gave her a once over, hoping to remain professional and not let the dirty thoughts flooding his mind show on his face. So what if she had a sexy body? He swallowed hard. He should revisit his idea of taking her to Brazil to pose as his love interest. The idea that seemed perfect hours ago would probably bring him a lot of—
“Lucas?” Crystal asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He removed his phone from his pocket, acting as if he had better things to do. “We’ll take it.” He gestured with his hand to give his fidgety fingers something to do. To keep from reaching out and touching her. What the hell? A rush of desire pounded his gut. Hard. He cleared his throat. “Felicia can help you with the other outfits… I need to take a phone call.”
