Page 41 of Her Sweet Surrender
The stylist looked her over once more and nodded to himself. “I know which one will kill it,” he declared as he left them to get the dress.
Sir handed her the champagne flute. “Having fun, my dear?”
Brie grinned as she took a sip. “I feel like a princess.”
“You are far more than a princess.” Cradling her cheek, he gazed at her in admiration. “You are my téa.”
Goddess…
“You make me feel like one, Master,” she said breathlessly, closing her eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Brie almost dropped her glass as she gave in to the passion of his kiss.
The stylist stood quietly waiting until Sir released her. Holding up a royal blue dress, he told her, “Blue denotes truth and wisdom. It is also linked to intellect and has a calming effect over others.”
“I might need that,” Brie laughed. “I’m expecting to walk into the lion’s den.”
“This should work perfectly, Mrs. Davis,” he stated with confidence.
She left to try on the dress and felt a surge of excitement when the lady helping to zip it up let out a gasp and stepped back to look at Brie.
Glancing at the mirror, Brie felt tingles of providence as she gazed at the gown. The dress had a wide V-neck that showed off her shoulders but did not dip down low enough to make her cleavage a distraction. The three-quarter length sleeves gave it a professional look, along with the tight waist and the alluring slit in the skirt. The cut of the dress was both feminine and sharp. A real showstopper.
Brie walked out to Sir, carrying herself with an air of self-assurance that she knew was inspired by the dress. As soon as he saw her, his eyes widened and he stood up. “Turn…”
She turned slowly, smiling at him the entire time.
“Not only does the color suit you, but it brings out the honey color of your eyes.”
“Do you like it, Sir?” she asked, loving the dress.
“No.”
Brie looked at him in surprise.
“‘Like’ is not a word I would use for this dress. You look stunning, babygirl. Absolutely stunning.”
She threw her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I feel like I could conquer the world in this dress.”
“And you shall,” he answered, pressing his lips against hers.
“Should I wrap it up for you, then?” the stylist asked, sounding pleased.
“Yes, along with the other two.”
Brie’s eyes widened. “Sir?”
“You looked striking in all three dresses. I would hate to part with any of them.”
The stylist’s smile grew. “Wonderful.”
He turned to Brie. “You make any dress look eye-catching, Mrs. Davis.”
“You’re being too modest,” she said, chuckling lightly. “It was your talent as a stylist. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.”
Brie stared lovingly at Sir after the stylist left the room. “How did I get so lucky?”
He held out his hand to her. “I ask myself that same question every day.”
