Page 71 of Catching the Captain

“Relax. I’ve bought a lot of my stuff here in the past. They provide someone to assist you in choosing things.”

“Hi, Kaiden.” I turn to find Suzanne approaching.

“Hi, Suzanne. How are you?”

“I’m well, thanks. And who do we have here?” Her expression is motherly as she looks at Rori.

“This is my girlfriend, Rori. She needs clothes that are professional but also comfortable. Does that sound about right?” I ask Rori.

“I think so. I’d like to look professional while being comfortable. I’m also going to add the word simple. No lace or bows or any of that frilly stuff on women’s blouses.”

“Rori, it’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you also.”

“I already put some things aside for you to try on,” Suzanne says.

“How did you know my size?” she asks.

“I looked at your pants to get the size,” I confess, grinning.

Pressing her lips together, she shakes her head. “Aren’t you sneaky?”

“Do I get to see the outfits she tries on?” I ask.

“I’ll show you the ones I like,” Rori answers with some sass, and they walk away together. I find a chair near the large dressing room area and get comfortable. I know this might take a while.

I text a few of my teammates to check in. Our practices start next week and before I know it the preseason games will start. And then the season begins. I know it’ll be a big adjustment for Rori when I’m gone for away games. She might get lonely in our big house all alone. I might need to get her a dog, a big one that will protect her.

“What do you think?” Rori asks, pulling my eyes from the phone screen.

Wearing a light blue blouse tucked into slim-fitting black pants, she looks professional and beautiful as always.

“I love it. It’s a thumbs up from me.”

“Be right back.” She holds up her finger and hurries off.

I send a couple more texts, ironing out some last minute details for a surprise I’ve got planned for Rori.

“What about this one?” Rori asks, posing with her hands on her hips.

I just about swallow my tongue when I see her in a sleeveless black dress and high heels. Her legs look a mile long and the fit of the dress shows off all her curves.

“I hate it,” I say, but I can’t hold back my smile.

She saunters toward me like a model. “You hate it or you hate that I’ll be wearing it to work?”

She sits down across my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“What do you think?” I ask.

She laughs, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “So this is a keeper.”

“You look stunning, baby. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to let you out of the house long enough to hold a job down.”

“You’re going to need to trust me.”

“I trust you implicitly. It’s the assholes in this world I don’t trust.”

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