Page 37 of Gabriel's Album

The woman looks Ariana up and down, then walks off without saying another word.

“Wow, rude,” Ariana says.

No kidding. She irked me by ignoring Ariana, but not responding at all was extremely annoying.

“I can’t stand people in customer service who are rude. If you don’t want to serve customers, don’t get a job in customer service.”

“Yeah, it could’ve been that, or it could’ve been that she was flirting with you, and you weren’t paying her any attention.” Ariana shrugs at me.

“Maybe,” I tell her, and shrug in return.

The sales assistant comes back, and to her credit, she brings with her some clothes that I can tell are going to look stunning on Ariana. She wears jeans and t-shirts a lot of the time, so I’m particularly excited to see her in the short skirt the assistant is holding.

“Could you point us in the direction of the fitting rooms?” I ask the woman.

“Over there.” She jerks a thumb toward the corner of the room where the fitting rooms are.

“Thanks,” I say, even though she’s been about as unhelpful as she can be while still actually serving us.

The other woman might have put her foot in her mouth, but this woman’s attitude is so bad that I kind of do want to complain about her. I still don’t want to be a dick, though. You never know what’s going on in someone’s life, and maybe she’s just having a bad day.

Instead, I focus my attention on Ariana as we walk side by side, with me holding the clothes for her. When we get to the fitting rooms, there’s an older lady sitting at the desk and flicking through a magazine. I’m surprised by this because it’s very casual behavior for someone working at Saks. She doesn’t seem to recognize me, and happily indicates to the fitting rooms through a short hallway before going back to her magazine.

We walk to the end of a hallway with changing rooms coming off either side of it. When we reach the end of the hall, Ariana enters the changing room, and I walk into the room after her.

“What are you doing?” Ariana exclaims.

“It’ll be easier this way than you coming in and out all the time,” I tell her with a grin on my face.

There’s no one around, and the staff member didn’t seem to be paying much attention, so I doubt we’ll get caught. Plus, I want to watch Ariana try these clothes on and tease her while she does. I’m pleased when she turns and locks the changing room door behind me.

It’s a larger changing room than the one I used in the menswear section, and Ariana pushes me over to a chair in the corner, where she instructs me to sit down before taking the clothes out of my hands and hanging them up on the hook provided.

She tries on the blue silk dress first, turning away from me to pull her top over her head. I watch her as she kicks off her shoes and pulls off her jeans, leaving her standing in just her underwear in front of me.

Even though she’s facing away from me, I can see her reflection in the mirror, and I feel my cock stir in my jeans. I’m regretting our decision to come shopping instead of just staying in the hotel all day.

“God damn, I am loving this view,” I murmur huskily at her.

Ariana blushes as she catches my eye in the mirror while she unzips the dress and steps into it, then turns to me, holding it up so it doesn’t fall down.

“Can you zip me up?” she asks me.

Hell. Yes. I can tell that she’s aroused by this situation, and I sure as shit am. She turns her back to me, and I begin to zip it up as slowly as I can, ensuring that my fingers brush against her exposed flesh as I do. I’m incredibly pleased when she shivers; this reaction from her delights me and sends a rush of blood to my crotch, causing me to fight against my erection. Once the dress is zipped up, she faces me again.

“What do you think?” she asks.

“Gorgeous,” I tell her. “You have to get it.”

“Maybe,” she says, then turns around again. “Now, unzip me.”

I stand up and take great pleasure in unzipping the dress, once again drawing my fingers down her back as I do. Once the zip is undone, I sit dutifully back in my chair to wait as she gets the next outfit on. Ariana pulls the dress off, places it back on its hanger, and hangs it back up on a different hook.

She pulls on the black skirt that I was looking forward to seeing on her, and it comes to a few inches above her knees. Ariana puts on a cream cashmere top along with it that clings to her curves. I watch her take in her reflection, and she runs her fingers through her hair before smiling slightly and looking pleased. It’s nice to see her looking confident in her appearance for once.

“Stunning,” is my reply when she asks for my opinion.

“Do you like it?” she asks as she chews her bottom lip.

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