Page 51 of The Rules Of Attraction
Was all this really mine?
He couldn’t have bought all of this for me. It was too much.
I walked further in and stopped in my tracks again bringing my hands up to my cheeks. I couldn’t help the little shriek that escaped my lips.
The man had also bought me shoes. They were all on a little platform, just like the kind you’d get in the actual shop.
I loved, loved shoes. They were my guilty pleasure and to me it was like a sweet addict being in a sweet shop. I counted twenty pairs.
All designer including my favorite, Louboutin.
Those shoes costed so much I’d only eyed them up in magazines and wouldn’t torture myself by going to Nordstrom or Neiman Marcus to have them waving in my face with no option to buy.
“God, this isn’t real.” I said to myself.
I willed my legs to move, walked over to the platform and took those first. They had a six inch heel that was diamante encrusted on the back of the heel. I ran my hands over the smooth royal blue leather that was so beautiful and then I had to try them on.
They fit perfectly.
I twirled around in them enjoying the elation I felt from the moment. It had been a long time since I’d experienced this type of happiness. The happiness of just being a woman who loved to shop and had on amazing shoes.
Walking over to the full length mirror I got a good look at myself.
The shoes looked amazing indeed and immediately made me look like the woman I used to be. Fashionable and glamorous.
Moving away from the mirror my eyes landed on the Victoria’s Secret bag. It was next to the shoe platform but in my excitement I didn’t see it.
I had to laugh when I looked inside and found several pink bra and thong sets, all in varying shades of pink.
If another man had done this for me I would have been shocked and offended at the insinuation. But, Alex seemed to live outside my hemisphere of what was acceptable.
It was nice of him to do this for me but it really was too much. He must have spent a fortune and when in the hell did he have the time to go to the stores.
Surely it was early, like before the shops opened early.
I slipped out of the heels deciding I’d go and find him before getting ready.
He was in the living room, standing by the window shuffling his weight from one leg to the other while he spoke on the phone.
I couldn’t help but look at him and admire his incredible physique while his back was turned to me.
Serious muscle bulged over his arms which he’d displayed in the white tank top he wore. It showed off the perfect V cut of his abs.
My eyes next went to his jogging pants and the way his ass looked in them.
I’d never really gotten the whole looking at anyone’s ass thing until I met him. He made me want to look.
I also loved the athletic definition in his legs, and conjured up the image of what the muscles looked like beneath the clothes. And all his tattoos.
I couldn’t believe that I actually knew what he looked like,everywhere. What I could see, and what I couldn’t from where his clothes covered. I had those parts stored away in my memory.
“You know I might get the wrong idea if you continue to stand there checking me out.” He suddenly spoke and turned around.
Heat prickled my cheeks and I knew they would color in a matter of nanoseconds at my obvious blushing.
He turned around and faced me, lowering the phone.
“I thought you were on the phone.”
