the closest department store.
Inside, the store is thankfully similar to the ones back home. Not that I do a lot of shopping. If I like a suit or a shirt, I buy five or six of the same ones in different colors, and that’s my wardrobe.
I pick out some slacks and two button down shirts for me, a few pairs of boxer briefs, and then I get to the hard part of my shopping trip — which dress to pick out for Brayden?
In the women’s section, there are probably a million different dresses. I start with black ones since that seems to be a safe color and she liked the bathing suits well enough. Some of the dresses are long-sleeved, and others are slinky with no straps and only a few inches of fabric.
While I would love to see Brayden wearing the one without any straps, I’m not sure if she would be comfortable in something so sexy. I grab a second black dress with short-sleeves for her to pick from tonight, and then two soft, cotton dresses with bright flowers on them for the plane ride home tomorrow.
Waiting in line to pay for everything in my arms, I realize that part of me hopes that Brayden goes with the less revealing dress tonight so that I won’t be drooling over her the whole time we’re out. But my dick? Well, he’s a dirty dog who would willingly roll over and speak for a chance to see her in the sexy dress. It’ll add a little more fuel for future fantasies, for sure, because like it or not, boss’s daughter or not, I will be fantasizing about Brayden like a motherfucker for days, maybe weeks or months to come. Seeing as much of her skin as I can will be the next best thing to the real deal – having a gorgeous, sweet woman who needs to be held and loved because she’s suffered more than I can imagine and thinks of me as her hero.
Chapter Seventeen
Brayden
Once again, Logan is buying me naughty clothes, which is surprising, since I’m not used to a man wanting me to dress sexy. And also because it makes me think that Logan wants more. Does he like seeing me in less clothing? Does he want to touch me? Kiss me? Fuck me?
Oh, god. I have to fan my face as I look at myself in the bathroom mirror wearing one of the hottest pieces of clothing I’ve ever tried on. For some reason, I feel more exposed in the black strapless dress that barely covers my ass than I did in the bikini. Maybe because the dress leaves little to the imagination. Also, because I’m not wearing anything underneath, which means if I were to bend over just a little bit and Logan was standing behind me, he’d get an eyeful.
Jeez, I’m getting all worked up over a man who is only here with me this week because he was basically required to bail me out of trouble.
I’ve had my hands all over his body; and unlike on the beach, his body hasn’t given me any noticeable reaction that he was interested. Logan even stopped me from putting aloe on his legs this morning. Why would he stop me from touching him if he enjoyed it?
The man is so confusing. One second, I think he’s interested and is going to make a move; then the next he seems like he doesn’t want anything to do with me. Besides, he said it himself — he’s a workaholic who puts his career before women.
Why would I be any different since a fling with me could put his job in jeopardy?
And it’s not like I expect us to keep seeing each other once we get back home. That’s definitely out of the question, because I don’t want Logan to get in the crosshairs of my psycho ex.
Do I really want to start something with Logan tonight that has to end tomorrow?
Yes, even though it’s a horrible idea.
The last few days with him have made me feel free for the first time in years, like I’m safe with him from everything and everyone, even if that’s not exactly true.
While Logan was out shopping, I called my cell phone from the hotel’s landline, and my roommate Jessica answered it. She’s back at school in New York which means that, if the asshole is tracking my phone like he usually does, he thinks I’m in New York too, so I