Bidding For Her Curves - Flora Ferrari Page 0,37
a store where they let you do what you want and give you the space to do it.
I can see why Mason shops here.
I’ve only ever been an off the rack kind of girl, usually only finding undies that barely fit or are way too big.
I wonder if people with money are always happy because of their underwear though, once I try some on. The ones I know will fit.
It’s like nothing I’ve felt before, having things so close that actually fit. I almost start to cry, but it’s from sheer happiness.
The woman who showed me in comes back, introducing herself as Linda and I don’t even think to try and cover myself up. I actually feel pretty good with what I have on, wondering if Mason will like it.
“Perfect,” she says with professional satisfaction, inviting me to take my time and pick out anything I want, and to come through when I’m ready to look over some fabrics.
I open my mouth to tell her… to try and voice my concerns that I really don’t have any money.
Reading my mind, or just knowing the look, Linda comes over and pats my arm.
“It’s quite alright, Mr. Mason has an account and he’s told us to make sure you get everything you need… everything,” she adds, casting her eyes to the hardly there lingerie while she hands me a robe.
“Come on through when you’re ready, no rush,” she says softly.
I do take my time, almost losing track of it altogether, and just in the underwear department.
Wincing when I look at the pile I’ve made, I remind myself what Linda just said.
Anything I need, right?
Hugging myself in the robe, which is gorgeous too, I wonder if I can keep it when I move out into the other room and see a selection of outfits laid out, with Linda there again waiting patiently as she arranges a selection of huge bottles of fragrances on a glass countertop.
I feel my chest tighten, nervous again. I suddenly feel like I want Mason, like all this is too much. I look around for a clock to check the time, and Linda comes over, opening a jewelry case with a diamond studded watch in it.
I feel like I can’t breathe.
Setting the watch aside, Linda takes my arm and sits me down on a velvet chair, offering me a cup of tea.
“I want Mason… Mr. Thorne,” I stammer, feeling the walls are starting to close in on me.
Linda gives me a small smile and with a subtle movement of her head, and signals her co-worker.
In seconds, Mason is in front of me, kneeling down and holding my hand in his.
He looks around at the spread of clothes, fragrances, lingerie and what I assume are stacked boxes of jewelry and starts to chuckle to himself, stroking my cheek.
“Just a little overwhelmed. It’s alright ladies. I’ll take it from here,” he says gently without taking his eyes off mine and they silently leave the room.
As soon as they’re gone, I hug Mason’s neck, almost starting to cry.
“I’m sorry… It’s just… all these things… it’s all so expensive…” I blubber.
Mason strokes my hair, kissing the top of my head and makes soothing sounds, telling me it’s alright, that maybe the girls went a little overboard.
“I did tell them to fit you out with everything. Sorry if it’s a bit much,” he says, and wonder why on earth he’s apologizing. I’m the one making a fool out of myself.
“Are those jeans?” I ask, sniffing away my emotions, biting my lip once he stands to show them off.
“Sure are. How do they look?” he asks, looking a little self-conscious himself.
“I’ve worn those suits for as long as I can remember. Haven’t worn jeans since…”
His voice trails off, and he laughs when he notices me staring at his crotch and then his ass in the mirror behind him.
He has a light colored T-shirt on too, molding to his muscular frame like saran wrap, making me wonder again if any of this is even real.
“Let’s grab something to eat,” he says tenderly, stroking my hair back behind my ear.
“There’s no one else here, I had them shoo everyone away. It’ll be just you and me,” he promises.
Once we eat, I do feel a lot better. Less overwhelmed but still a little bit like I’m in a fairy tale.
“You’ll get used to it,” Mason says smiling, reading my mind again, taking my hand in his over the table and leaning over to kiss it.
But I can’t help