Chapter 36
Madison
I ducked into the fitting room, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The midnight blue dress hung elegantly on its hanger, taunting me.
I emerged a few minutes later, tugging at the hem. “I think it’s too short.”
His eyes traveled slowly up my legs. “It’s perfect.”
“But-”
“Try the next one.”
I grabbed a conservative black dress with long sleeves and a high neckline.
His expression darkened when I showed him. “No.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“You look like you’re going to a funeral.” He shook his head. “Next.”
The emerald green wrap dress seemed safe enough. Until I realized how deeply the neckline had plunged.
“Mr. Knight!” I crossed my arms over my chest. “This is completely inappropriate for work.”
“Who said anything about work?” His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. “But you’re right – that shade doesn’t suit you.”
I let out a huff of frustration as I returned to the fitting room, discarding the emerald green dress. This whole ordeal felt more like an elaborate game for him: And I was a reluctant participant.
Next, he handed me a casual sundress, light and airy with a floral pattern. It looked innocent enough until I realized how the fabric clung to my curves, emphasizing every line of my body.
He pulled out a sleek red dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran dangerously high up my thigh. I bit my lip, knowing exactly what this would do to him – and me.
In the fitting room, I slipped into the dress, marveling at how it transformed me into someone else entirely–someone bold and confident–at least on the outside.
When I emerged, his eyes darkened appreciatively. “Now that’s more like it.”
“I can’t wear this in public,” I protested weakly.
“Who said anything about the public?” His voice dropped an octave as he approached me, fingers
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grazing the slit of the dress. “This is for private moments.”
His hand slid up my thigh under the fabric, making me gasp. “Mr. Knight-”
His fingers traced lazy circles on my skin as he held me close. “Do you like it?”
“…” My voice faltered as his hand moved higher.
“Do you?” His fingers found their way to my panties, stroking through the thin fabric.
“Yes,” I breathed, barely able to think straight with his touch driving me wild.
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“Good.” He stepped back abruptly, leaving me trembling and wanting more. “Now, let’s move on to something else.”
Next came business wear – sharp blazers and pencil skirts that hugged my hips perfectly. Each outfit seemed designed to make me feel powerful and sexy at once.
The sly glint in his eyes told me he enjoyed the view as much as I did the fit. But even as I admired the sleek elegance of these pieces, I reminded myself that I was wearing them for him, part of our
arrangement.
The casual pieces he selected ranged from trendy jeans that clung to my legs like a second skin to breezy tops that skimmed my body in all the right places.
Next came the sleek dresses. He must have had a sixth sense for finding outfits that transformed me into someone both commanding and tantalizing. My heart quickened as he pulled out a little black dress. It clung to every inch of me.
“This one screams evening wear, don’t you think?”
I stepped into the dress, feeling the fabric molding to my curves. His eyes never left me. “I could definitely see you wearing that for a night out with me,” he purred.
“I bet you could,” I replied, trying to keep my tone casual as his gaze seemed to strip away the fabric and my composure all at once.
“Oh, we’re just getting started,” he said, reaching for more daring attire. The next piece was anything but innocent: a sheer dress with strategic lace appliques, leaving little to the imagination.
My breath hitched as I tried it on. “This is very transparent,” I said, feeling the blush creep up my neck.
“And entirely appropriate for our private moments,” he countered. He stroked the delicate lace, his fingers grazing my bare skin underneath. “Imagine wearing this with nothing beneath.”
My heart pounded as his hand lingered, tracing circles that set my body alight.
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The lingerie section was next. My face flushed as I sifted through silken panties, lacy bras, and barely – there bikinis. Tiny thongs dangled on hangers like forbidden fruit.
“Try this one.” He held up a deep red set, the lace exquisitely intricate.
I hesitated but finally conceded, slipping into the fitting room. The bra was cut low, pushing my breasts together in a way that made me look impossibly sexy. The panties rode high on my hips, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
When I stepped out, ready to make a quick escape to the safety of the larger fitting room mirror, his eyes darkened. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough.
I complied, biting my lip as I spun slowly.
“Perfect,” he murmured, fingers tracing the edge of the bra. “Absolutely perfect.”
“You don’t think it’s too much?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
“Too much?” He laughed softly, stepping closer. “It’s exactly right.”
His hand slid lower, fingers caressing the band of the panties, then slipping beneath to rub my pussy. “You like this, don’t you?”
I gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. “Yes,” I whispered, barely able to form words.
“Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Because I plan on seeing you in them tonight.”
His fingers pulled the panties aside, sweeping through the growing wetness there. Heat surged through me as he dipped a finger inside, teasing me.
I clutched at his shirt, the sensation overwhelming. “Mr. Knight… we can’t…”
“We can,” he countered, withdrawing and smirking at me. “And we will. Just not here.”
His words left me panting.
After I managed to get dressed again, he approached the sales associate. “We’ll take everything she tried on,” he instructed with a commanding tone. “Have them delivered to my address.”
The associate nodded, a professional smile plastered on her face. “Of course, Mr. Knight. They will be sent out immediately.”
He turned back to me, eyes glinting with amusement. “You can pick them up from me later.”
I tried to hide my blush by looking at my feet. “Okay,” I mumbled. The plush carpet suddenly seemed fascinating compared to the heat in my cheeks.
Alexander’s hand found my lower back as we exited the store, but he dropped it as we walked
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through the mall, maintaining a professional distance. The weight of what just happened in the fitting room made my knees weak. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers…
“Madison Harper? Oh my God, is that you?”
Before I could process what was happening, strong arms wrapped around me in a bear hug, lifting me off my feet.
“It’s been forever! You look amazing!” The hugger set me down, his bright smile lighting up his entire face. I blinked rapidly, trying to place him through my flustered haze.
I opened my mouth to respond, but two voices spoke simultaneously:
“Is this your boyfriend?” The hugger asked, gesturing to Alexander.
“Is this your Ex–boyfriend?” Alexander’s tone carried an edge that made me shiver.
