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I follow him across the large parking lot to the building. There aren’t many people inside, so I head to the swimwear section at the back of the store.

I peruse the racks, wondering what Xavier would like. His expression is blank as I show him different options, like he’d rather be anywhere else in the world except here.

“You can look for swim trunks while I’m still looking around.”

He looks hesitant as he glances around the store.

I point to the men’s section. “It’s like three racks away. I’ll be fine.”

He heads over there as I start picking out several tops and bottoms to try on.

“I’m heading to the fitting room.” I call out to him as I carry a handful of items to the back wall where the fitting rooms are.

After hanging them up on the wall hooks, I start with the more modest swimsuits.

I want something that fits me like a glove. I want something sexy that will make Xavier want to devour me.

I try one swimsuit after another, not finding one that makes me feel sexy.

Saving my favorite one for last, I change into the simple black string bikini. It’s more like a micro bikini.

The cups are tiny triangles that barely cover my areola and connect by a thin string. The bottoms are more conservative, but just barely.

Half of my ass cheeks are exposed and the front dips dangerously low, leaving very little to the imagination. I’m thankful I shave or else I wouldn’t be able to pull this one off.

“It’s perfect.” I whisper to myself.

If Xavier doesn’t want to fuck me after seeing me in this, then there’s no hope. I might as well close shop and become a nun.

The door to the fitting room opens and Xavier slips inside.

How did he unlock the door without the key?

His gaze meets mine in the mirror, causing my heart to leap out of my chest. “What are you doing in here?”

“You were taking too long.”

“It was only ten minutes. I had a lot to try on.”

I gesture to the wall of discarded bikinis, but he doesn’t look. His eyes are nearly black as he roams over my scantily clad body.

Oh yeah, he likes this one.

I’d smile, but the hungry look in his eyes makes me feel more like his prey.

“I’ll only be in here another minute, and then we can leave.”

He doesn’t make a move to leave.

We’re at a stalemate, staring at one another in the mirror.

Reaching behind me, I tug on the string, untying the top. Before I can pull the top off, Xavier slips out of the dressing room, gently closing the door behind him.

Breathing heavily, I quickly change back into my clothes and carry the bathing suits out of the fitting room. I keep the last one and follow Xavier to the clothing section.

Xavier chooses quick dry shorts, of course in black, and a St. Augustine shirt.

Maybe blending in as tourists will be helpful.

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