Breakaway - Sadie Jacks Page 0,63

and we’ll get it all done.” I stomped my way back to the seating area. At least they had a section set up for the men. Of course, I was the only one in here at eleven-thirty in the morning.

We’d walked around for hours trying to find something she thought she could handle against her body for more than two minutes. She’d tried on jeans, leggings, overalls, sweaters, tanks, and every single piece of everything in between. Some poor woman had finally taken pity on us.

I had no idea there was even a thing called a personal shopper, but she’d gotten Sweetcheeks to wear a pair of some kind of stretchy pants for almost thirty minutes. I’d been hard for twenty-nine of those minutes as I watched her ass bunch and flex in the black material.

Camara offered to do the shopping for us while we sat back and watched daytime television in the VIP suite. She’d been back there with Sweetcheeks for almost an hour now.

“Okay, Mr. Ladon, this is the first option. She likes these, but wants your opinion,” Camara called.

I straightened in my seat, eager to get back to the apartment. “I’m ready.”

Sweetcheeks walked out in a pair of dark gray pants that seemed to float around her legs. They cinched in at her waist where they met the gauzy fabric of her white top. Low shoes complemented the look. They looked more like men’s shoes, but hey, they were her feet.

She came out, spun in a circle. Her face was radiant. She’d managed to pull her hair up into a messy knot on top of her head. Shorter sections fell down around her face and neck.

I wanted to see if they were as soft as they looked. Nuzzle her neck and see if she sighed.

“Well?” she asked.

I swallowed, got my mind out of the bedroom. “You look fantastic, sw—Hollyn.”

Her cheeks dimpled slightly with her smile. “I can barely feel them. I didn’t like the…” she looked at the helper.

“Panties,” Camara offered.

“Panties, but at least I got some of the smallest ones they have. Something called a string.”

Camara chuckled. “Thongs and G-strings. Least amount of fabric.”

I sat back and bent one leg, set my ankle on my opposite knee. Triple X images flashed through my mind on fast forward. Fucking thongs and G-strings. I needed to check those out. Make sure they met with my approval. I nodded, unsure I could say anything coherent.

She spun another little pirouette. Held her hands out to the sides when she was facing me again.

I gave her a thumbs up. “Looks great.” I swallowed. Got myself under control. “I saw a truckload of stuff go back there. What else do you have for me to see?”

Now that we’d actually gotten to the show-and-tell portion of the day, I thought I could sit here happily for at least another forty-five minutes. Maybe an hour if she modeled any of the lingerie.

She skipped back into the dressing room with Camara. She came out in various takes on the same outfit as the first. A few dresses that looked light enough that they might dissolve in water or the sunshine if left out too long.

In the end, it didn’t matter. This was the happiest I’d seen her in the going-on-four days I’d known her. I would have bought her the whole store if it kept her spirits up.

“She wants to show you two more outfits, but you’ll have to come back here, Mr. Ladon,” Camara said as she stood at the entrance to the fitting rooms. “While there are no cameras, I suggest you be careful, nonetheless.” She shot me a wink as she wheeled a cart out that was full of the clothes Hollyn had been trying on.

“Sweetcheeks. Which door?” I asked as I started down the hallway.

“This one.” She waved her hand over the top of the short door. “You’ll have to come in here.”

The base of my spine started to tingle. G-string? Thong? One of those corset thingies? My mind went crazy as fantasy after fantasy ran through my head on fast forward.

I knocked on her door, breath backed up in my chest.

She turned the knob and pushed the door open. She stood there, leaning up against the doorjamb as if she knew exactly how to position her body for best effect.

And fuck…what an effect.

Straps, straps, and more straps. She looked like a bondage porn reject. And I was more than happy to take her home.

The straps were the color of arterial