Page 20 of The Companion Love Trap

Comfortable couches blocked off sections of the room, giving each changing area privacy and its own little runway to see how the clothes looked. The decor was in shades of silver and blue, giving the room an underwater effect.

A clothes rack stood before the nearest section, growing with more items each second. Jace pushed me into the fitting room, pulled something off the shelf, and handed it to me.

“These first.”

Rolling my eyes at his bossiness, I took them and glanced down. The hangers held a pair of mustard-colored shorts with a bow and an off-the-shoulder black polka dot shirt. It wasn’t as bad as I expected, so I placed them on the door and undressed.

Pulling the shirt over my head, I instantly loved it. It fit perfectly, accenting my waist and small chest, and the material felt heavenly against my skin. Sliding on the shorts, I was equally amazed at how well they fit and cupped my butt. I took a few steps and discovered that they didn’t even chafe. These had to be miracle shorts.

“Show me, Firecracker,” Jace yelled beyond the door.

Opening the door, I walked toward him, still amazed the shorts didn’t ride up my thighs. When I neared him, I cocked my hip to the side and rested my hand there as I stared at him. His eyes held mine for the longest time before he dropped them and took in my outfit. He leaned forward to inspect it, shifting the material, and then stood, circling me.

“It’s all wrong,” he muttered before shouting for Ferro.

His comment confused me since the outfit seemed perfect to me. Ferro hurried over, his assistant hot on his tail. They both scrunched up their noses.

“No, no. That’s all wrong,” he said, echoing Jace. He snapped his fingers at Peter. “Grab my pins.”

I glanced down at the shirt, not seeing what they were. Peter returned with the pins, and Ferro got to work, cinching the shirt in tighter than I usually wore them.

“Um,” I started.

“Ssh. Trust me. I’m the designer,” Ferro said, ignoring me as he continued. When he was finished, he stepped back and nodded. Jace had stood with him, his hand on his chin as he looked me over.

“Yes. Much better.”

“I agree. Peter, fix.”

The younger man stepped forward and pulled off the shirt, leaving me standing in my bra and the mustard shorts. Ferro lifted my arm to inspect my body more, but again there was nothing sexual about it as he took in my bra.

“You need a better bra. This one does nothing for you.”

Internally, I rolled my eyes. I knew it wasn’t the best, but bras were expensive, and I didn’t spend too much money on anything I had to wear daily. It wasn’t practical. He shoved a few things into my arms, surprising me since I hadn’t seen him move.

“Try these. You can take it off right here, but I suppose you might not be comfortable with that. Though no one here cares. Your choice.” He waved his hand as he spoke, sitting on the couch and crossing his leg.

His words confused me, but as I peered around the room, I realized there weren’t many people. Just Ferro, Peter, and a girl leaning over a counter as she cut out the fabric. And well, Jace. I glanced at him; his eyebrows lifted in a challenge.

“Nudity isn’t a big deal in the fashion biz,” he said by way of explanation. I highly doubted the other three people would be interested in my breasts, and since Jace believed I wouldn’t do it, it made me want to all the more.

“Doesn’t bother me; I’m comfortable with my body.”

I shrugged off the straps, his eyes widening the slightest before he sat back and crossed his leg, mirroring Ferro. I turned, giving him my naked back as I dropped my well-used bra to the floor. Sliding on the new one, I hid the embarrassment at how nice it felt and looked compared to what I’d been wearing.

“Yes, yes!” Ferro affirmed as I spun around. My eyes met Jace’s, his pupils larger than they’d been before, making his hazel eyes more gray-blue, the gold flecks shimmering. They roamed over my chest, building my confidence as I posed. Maybe this modeling thing wasn’t so bad when you had a hot-as-sin photographer watching you.

Peter returned with the shirt sewn to the new measurements, and I put it back on, immediately noticing the difference. The few tucks and cinches they’d done did better accent my frame, capitalizing on the parts of me that gave me the best shape.

Over the next hour, I tried on so many clothes that I quit entering the changing room and just pulled them on in front of everyone. Now and then, Ferro would make his corrections, and Peter would run off to tend to them. Jace’s eyes heated increasingly as he watched me dress and undress, our eyes sending flirty dares back and forth.

I got more and more into modeling, striking sexy poses, and taking my time stripping them off. Ferro even gave me new panties that matched the bra, giving me a sexy silhouette in my underwear. Jace shifted for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds, grabbing a dress with several complicated straps, and rushed toward me.

“Ferro, take a break. Everly needs help with this one, and it might be a while.”

The flamboyant designer chuckled, waving as he stood and flaunted to the other side of the design studio, the sewing machine whirring to life.

My eyes stayed fixed on Jace’s as he took the last few steps, his hands reaching to touch me. The heat from them had me gasping, his thumb stroking the soft skin above my panties.

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