Page 64 of Rook

“The Moira, right?” one of the women asked, shaking her head. “I should have grabbed the size up. They always run so small.”

“We managed to get her out without damaging the dress. But I don’t think she’s gonna want to try again with another size.”

“No, I don’t,” Tessa called.

I moved to sit back in the plush white chairs, crossing my ankle over my thigh to ease the tension against my still-hard cock.

Tessa took a while before she came out with the next dress. And by then, I mostly had control over myself again.

It was right then that the door opened.

And she walked out inthedress.

I could tell by the look on her face—a mix of hope and excitement—that she’d fallen in love with the unconventional dress.

I’d gotten a crash course on gowns and dress details since walking into this store.

So that was how I knew it was a sheer ivory chiffon A-line dress with a low back and medium-length train.

And, sure, it perfectly hugged her chest and midsection before flowing a bit more down to her feet.

But it was the embroidery that made it unique.

The whole thing was embroidered with a shimmery golden celestial pattern.

“Wow.”

“It’s perfect, right?” she asked, eyes bright, as she walked to the mirrored alcove to check herself out from all angles.

Getting up, I moved behind her.

“Perfect,” I agreed, teasing a finger around the deep V in the back.

“It’s not too gown-y, since we’re not doing the whole big wedding thing. But it is still clearly a wedding dress.”

“It really suits you.”

“It’s kind of in the mid-range, price-wise. A lot cheaper than that thing I got stuck in, but more than—”

“The money doesn’t matter,” I told her.

“Well, I mean, it does. I have some savings, but I will need to see if they do payment plans, so—”

“You’re not paying for the dress,” I cut her off. “I’m buying it. Today. Though, we might have to pick it up some other time, since we’re on the bike.”

“I can’t ask—”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. Let me buy the dress.”

Her gaze lifted to mine in the mirror, searching. I knew what she was looking for. Some ulterior motives, some catch that she had to look out for.

“No strings. Just a pretty dress to wear on our wedding day.”

She watched me for a moment more, then nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

“I’ll go get that set up while you change. Wanna grab some food before we head back?”

Was it maybe a bit manipulative to ask her to go somewhere when she was feeling grateful for the dress? Sure. But we had to eat, right?

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