Page 66 of Fake Dating The Dragon

She smiled up at him, her lips a little tremulous, her eyes questioning.

Gods, how he wanted to touch her, put his tail round her, claim her.

Mine.

But then, they were in public, and he guessed it was appropriate to touch her. They needed to be seen together as a couple. He glanced down at her hands, neatly clasping her purse in front of her. Tail might be too much though, bearing in mind their wicked game of tailsy the other night.

“May I hold your hand?” he asked, feeling ridiculously shy suddenly.

She nodded and reached one small slender hand toward him.

Ethan enveloped it in his and couldn’t help the smile that panned his features as they walked along the busy street hand in hand, just like real lovers.

When Min disappeared into the change rooms buried under a pile of dresses, Ethan was still smiling, just as he had been all the way down the street as he walked along swinging hands with his human.

He was used to this clothes shopping gig with his mom, he’d always accompanied her, even as a little kid; helping to tone down her tastes a little, steering her away from the most over-the-top bling.

He’d always had a good eye for what suited a woman.

Glancing at his mom now and the dresses she was feverishly piling over her arm, he really had to step in.

“No Mom, that will not suit Min. Too many frills.”

Cressida pouted. “But it’s a Kominsky,” she said in an awed voice.

“Mom, Min turning up at the gala dinner in a gown made by a disgraced vampire family is not going to be a good look.”

“If anything, their brand has got even more popular since the scandal.”

“Yeah, well—not on my girlfriend,” he huffed. The fucking Kominsky family were the reason buying human land had become so difficult, after one of them had abused their land rights with shady vampiric practices.

“Please?” His mom batted her eyelashes at him, and he guessed he should let Min decide.

Luckily, the next dress his mom presented was simpler, in a beautiful rich red silk that would complement rather than clash with Min’s deep copper hair.

“I’ll pass these through to her,” he said, placing the red one strategically on top.

He went over to the curtain and hiss-whispered, “Min.”

“Yes?” She poked her face out between the two curtains, like a little squirrel. Her hair was a mess, no doubt from pulling the dresses over her head, and her glasses sat at an angle on her nose. She was too adorably cute.

“Any you like so far?”

“No, all way too fussy.” She grimaced. “They make me feel like a wedding cake. Can you tell your mom thanks but, um…”

“Here.” He held up the simple red dress.

Her eyes widened. “Oh, that is nice.”

One slender arm came out, and as she grabbed it, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of her simple cotton bra with the pale sphere of her breasts above it. So modest, which somehow made it even more of a turn-on.

Ethan quickly turned away and stood with his back to the cubicle, waiting. Then he heard her say “Ethan” in a small plaintive voice from behind the curtain.

“Yes?”

“I, um, think the zipper might be stuck. Could you…”

He looked helplessly around for Cressida, but she’d flitted off to another part of the shop, out of earshot.

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