Page 57 of Protecting Bianca

“Then what’s the problem?”

Her eyes bugged out like I was the one who sounded crazy right now. I crossed my arms. “Look, I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but a lot has changed since high school.”

She matched my stance and crossed her arms as well. “Apparently.”

“So, don’t look at the price tags, just try on the clothes and if you genuinely don’t like them, we’ll leave. But at least give it a try.”

“Fine.”

She looked around while the associate fluttered from one side of the store to the other. Bianca’s eyes landed on a purse. She stepped closer, but when I followed, she immediately spun around.

“Here we are,” said the associate, nearly out of breath. “Please follow me to the change room in the back.”

I followed, but noticed that Bianca hadn’t. Turning around, I grabbed her hand and kissed it. “Come on,” I said, nodding to the back. “Maybe you’ll hate them.”

She groaned. “I don’t think I will.”

I laughed again. Even in a bad mood, Bianca made me happy.

The change rooms in the back were more like small living rooms with a large beige carpet, couch, table and an artificial plant. And that was just outside. I could imagine how luxurious the inside of the change room must look, but I sat down on the couch instead and waited for Bianca to come out.

I’d never come into this store before, buying all my clothing from a tailor that Will knows. I’d also never bought any of the women I dated in the past, clothing. This was definitely a first on both accounts. It felt strangely erotic knowing that I shopped and paid for something that my woman would wear on her body, and I would have the privilege of taking off.

I had nearly undressed Bianca in my mind when she walked out fully clothed. My heart stopped, nonetheless.

She wore tan pants that fit her body perfectly, and the white top looked as though it was tailored to her breasts. Bianca turned toward the mirror and stared at herself. Her mouth opened slightly, and she bit her lip. “Do you like it?” I asked.

She nodded and smoothed out the fabric, touching her waist, hips, and thighs.

“It really suits you,” I said. Then, to the associate, I asked. “Do you have more outfits like this one?”

“Yes, sir. At least three more for the lady to choose from.”

I nodded. “They’re perfect. We’ll get all three.”

“What?!” Bianca whipped around to face me. “Jager, no. I don’t think you realize how—”

“I do. And I want you to have them.”

The associate raised her eyebrow and nudged Bianca. “Honey, if he insists, I wouldn’t argue.”

She hid a smile but shook her head. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Don’t you have a couple of dresses to try on?”

“Three outfits are more than I had originally agreed to,” she said. “Now, I’ll go change.”

“Ah, ma’am. Don’t you think you’ll be more comfortable in those slacks rather than that red dress you came in with?”

She pursed her lips. “You’re probably right,” she said nonchalantly. “I’ll just carry the dress out.”

“Of course,” the woman said and gathered the items from the change room and brought them to the counter.

I walked up to her and whispered, “Include both of those dresses in the purchase, just in case she changes her mind.”

The woman licked her lips and casually looked down at my left hand. Then, in a lower voice, she added, “Certainly. Is there anything else I could do for you?”

“No. That’ll be all. Thank you.”

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