Page 26 of Savage Protector

Chapter Eleven

Izzy

As it turned out, the hotel had a gift shop with a decent assortment of resort wear. Although the look I’d gotten from the sales clerk when I walked in wearing Houston’s t-shirt and sweat pants nearly made me run.

Yes, I looked ridiculous, but I’d decided that as long as I stayed on hotel premises to shop, I could take the chance and pick out my own things to wear.

Besides, with every new hint I gave my badass about my life, he peppered me with questions I wasn’t yet ready to answer. I couldn’t put him off for much longer, but he’d promised me one chill day before the bottom fell out and I was taking it.

I zeroed in on a rack of bathing suits and decided to start there. I couldn’t very well fit in by the pool without a proper suit. I wanted to look like any other vacationer. Blend in, so to speak.

“Can I help you find something, Miss?”

I glanced up to see the clerk had moved to stand in front of the very rack I was headed to. I shrugged. “The airline lost my luggage and I need to replace a few things that I need until they can locate it and return it to me.”

My last second idea must have sounded plausible because the woman visibly relaxed and replaced her tight smile with one that looked slightly more genuine.

Maybe I could do this after all.

As the clerk babbled on about the variety of items they could provide and how happy she would be to assist me, I started pulling out swimsuits. The first two were rather hideous and looked liked they belonged on a grandmother. I fished through more and discovered the remaining one pieces to be about the same. Horrible cuts, scary patterns.

Nothing that screamed ‘I’m the gir—woman my bad ass with a big cock is going to fuck again tonight.’

I had to stifle a giggle before it slipped out at the thought. Clearly I was a little too obsessed with a certain someone’s anatomy. Although even thinking about it made me a little warm.

“What about this one?”

The woman held up a fire engine red bikini that was held together with nothing more than a few flimsy looking strings.

“I think it would go great with your coloring. Especially your hair.”

Red actually was my favorite color. But dayum. I’d never even considered squeezing into anything quite that tiny before. Surely I couldn’t.

“I doubt it would fit.”

Her grin widened. “Trust me, it would. Although we do have a dressing room for you to be sure,” she added as she walked me over to it.

I hesitated, unsure whether I wanted to even try. But the woman had pretty much taken the decision out of my hand as she place it on a hook in one of the small rooms and ushered me inside before I could protest.

Fine. I’d try, but no way in hell did I plan to show her or anyone else how ridiculous I looked when I did.

“While you try that, I’ll gather an assortment of other items I think you will need to save you some time. I’m sure you’d much rather be out having fun than in here shopping with me.”

I couldn’t disagree, but I didn’t comment. I was too focused on the tiny scrap of swimsuit fabric taunting from its black velvet hanger.

While I was half tempted to just tell the woman it didn’t fit without trying it on, curiosity won out and I hastily removed the clothing Houston had provided.

I did, however, turn away from the mirror so I didn’t have to witness my humiliation in a 360-degree view.

A few minutes later as I stood there in total shock at what I saw in the mirror, the attendant knocked.

“How’s it going in there? Did the suit work?”

While I wasn’t about to open the door and expose myself to this stranger, I had to admit that it wasn’t as bad as I’d initially thought. Red was a very good color for me. It complimented my darker skin tone and even darker hair.

“I brought you a cover up to pair with it as well as an assortment of basics you might need for the next few days. I’ll leave them here on the hook for you to try when you’re ready. But please let me know if there is anything else I can do.”

“I will,” I responded on autopilot.

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