Henley shirt. "Wow, you're muscular."
"Kaylie." I take a step back. "I have a girlfriend."
"Such a shame, too." She's pouting again and it sucks. If she thinks that's cute she's totally wrong. "I've always been the type to want what I can't have."
That she just admitted it shows how crazy she is. "I need to go help my girlfriend. Talk to you later."
"Let me know if she needs anything!" Kaylie screeches at me as I walk away.
Yeah, right. I'm going to keep this girl as far away from me as possible. I'm afraid Fable would've kicked her ass if she saw what Kaylie just did to me. How she touched me.
Having a fake girlfriend brings me a hell of a lot of unwanted attention.
Fable
After trying on a bunch of dresses for almost thirty minutes, I finally find the perfect one. It's like I knew it would be perfect since I saved it for the very last. Drew is patiently waiting for me outside, the dressing room attendant having provided him with a chair and everything.
I love coming out of the dressing room and showing him what I have on next. He sits there slouching in his chair, his big body sprawled all over the place, legs spread wide and a bored look on his too handsome face. I'm torturing him, I know it, but his gaze lights up every time he sees me, even if the dress is awful.
And he's honest too. I can appreciate that. The few that really were awful, he point blank said they were bad. So far he likes the first one I tried on best, and I know it's a good choice but this one...the one I have on right now, is so beautiful it almost makes me want to cry.
It's also, at almost four hundred bucks, the most expensive one of them all. Guilt eats at me. I shouldn't want it. It's too much money. But oh my God, it looks soo good on me and I don't like to brag but...yeah. As I told that stupid girl who knows Drew, my tits look great in it and they're not all hanging out and too obvious either. Everything about this dress is understated, classy...
Yet sexy.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and step out into the waiting area of the dressing room. There sits Drew in slouch mode, his gaze locked unseeingly on me. He blinks slowly and sits up straight, his eyes going wide as he drinks me in.
"Damn," he breathes and clears his throat.
The smile that teases the corners of my mouth can't be contained. I do a little twirl, imagining the super high heels I'd like to buy to go with this dress. I really don't want to spend too much money on shoes, though. Maybe there's a Payless Shoe Source close by or something.
Yeah, right.
"Do you like it?" I ask when I face him once more. The dress is black and silky, sleeveless, with a lacy bodice that covers me to my collarbone. It fits close, nipping in at the waist, stopping about mid-thigh, revealing lots of leg. The best part is the back. It does a deep vee, trimmed in black velvety lace and exposes a lot of skin. No way can I wear a bra with it.
"Get it," he says without hesitation. "You look..."
"Okay? Really? It's kind of short." I glance down at myself. "And I'll need shoes."
"Whatever you need, cool. That dress is it." His gaze drops to my legs, lingering appreciatively. "And it's definitely not too short."
Excitement courses through me. He likes it. He's looking at me like he wants me and I know it's crazy, but I love it. I want to see him look at me like that again. All night.
"There's a problem though." I shift on my feet, trying to ignore the worry coursing through me. I don't want to hear him say no.
"What could be the problem?" He stands and approaches me. My knees threaten to buckle and I lock them, hoping like crazy I don't fall over like an idiot all because he's coming closer with that dark, intriguing look in his eyes.
Like he wants to gobble me up.
"The dress costs almost four hundred dollars," I whisper. I could buy a ton of groceries with money like that. Pay most of our rent. Buying a dress I'm going to wear one time for that much money is insane.
Drew doesn't even flinch. "I'm still getting it for you." He stops directly in