Page 136 of Accidental Husband
"Welcome," a saleswoman chirps. "Can I help you with anything?" Her gaze shifts to me and Griff.
To his shoulders, lips, eyes.
She smiles.
Then she spots his left hand, and her lips curl into a frown.
She's a pro—much better than I was the summers I worked at Forever 21. She turns her frown upside down in three seconds flat.
"Yeah." Griff pulls me closer. "My wife is looking for something to wear tonight."
"Do you have something in mind?" she asks.
He nods. "Something nice. We're celebrating."
"Oh?" she asks.
"Yeah, we got married last night." He beams the way he did when I made varsity softball.
More even.
And there's nooh God, Jules, are you going to do anything but practice, read, and listen to that horrible music?You're never going to find a boyfriend like this.
She crosses the room to us, motionsfollow me, leads us through a dozen displays of panties, mannequins adorned in pastel bras, rows and rows of satin thongs.
Straight to the fancy lingerie. Teddies, one-pieces, baby dolls, stuff with names I've never heard before.
All in white.
This is the bridal section.
"It might be a little late, but it should do the trick." She smilesenjoyand takes her leave.
I pick up a sheer one-piece casually. Like I'm not thinking about how quickly I can get to the dressing room to suck off my husband.
Fuck, is this really so expensive? I thought this store was more in my price range.
My gaze shifts to the saleswoman at the counter. A man perusing black lingerie. Two friends comparing cotton panties.
They're so casual.
We're so obvious.
Can I really do this?
Can I really meet my husband in an empty dressing room and suck him off?
My sex clenches. I want to. I really do. But without the liquid courage, an illicit rendezvous is as scary as it is exciting.
Griff's fingers curl into my side. My crop top. Then my stomach. "She's so into us."
"You think everyone is into you."
"Me, yeah." His lip brushes my ear. "But she's into us."
"What does that mean?"
"She wants to watch."
