Hoax Husband - Candice M. Wright Page 0,45
husband is trying to say is, I’ve had a less than stellar morning. I don't fit the mold like most of the women who frequent these shops do. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl. With these tattoos and the crazy hair, well, let's just say most of the shops along this strip have been less than hospitable. I promise, I’m not a troublemaker.”
She holds up her hand for me to stop talking as Asher tenses beside me.
“Did someone here mistreat you?” Her voice is sharp as a whip and leaves no room for arguments.
“Erm... a young woman with red hair and a face that looked like she had sucked on a lemon,” I answer quietly, making Asher chuckle.
“Ah, Julia. Well, rest assured, I shall be talking to her when she returns tomorrow. And just so you know, Mrs. Sloan, my husband is a biker. Every inch of his skin is covered in tattoos, which I'm quite fond of if I do say so myself,” she informs me with a wink, making me smile my first genuine smile of the day.
“Come, let's move this over to the changing rooms, and I'll bring you what I have in store that I think will complement your coloring and style. Was there anything in particular that caught your attention earlier?”
I tell her about the dress I saw in the window this morning, making her smile widely.
“Oh, that will be perfect and with your hair, it's like it was made for you. Mr. Sloan, are you coming?” she asks, turning her attention from me back to Asher once more.
He looks at me before nodding, following behind me as Mrs. Jones takes my arm and walks me over to the changing rooms at the back of the store. I look over my shoulder and blow him a kiss before I'm ushered into a dressing room.
“I'll be back,” she lets me know, before strolling off like she’s on a mission.
I hesitate before closing the door, looking up at Asher who is right behind me.
“You don't have to stay.” I know he must be busy from taking the day off yesterday, but he just leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I'll sit right there.” He points to a comfy looking gray velvet chair situated in prime position for me to model for him.
“I have my phone. I can work from here for now. Go have fun.”
I roll my eyes at that. Fun might be pushing it a little.
Closing the door, I strip out of my clothes, leaving me in just my underwear until Mrs. Jones returns a few minutes later with three dresses, one of which is the one I spotted in the window earlier.
“Here we go, size six, right?”
I nod in agreement.
“Perfect, start with these. I'm going to find you some underwear that will have your husband salivating,” she whispers with a conspiratorial wink before closing the door behind her.
Dress number one is a blood-red color. It's tight across the bust and completely strapless, leaving my shoulders bare and my tattoos on full display. It’s a corset style, but with a hidden zipper, so I don’t have to fight with a million laces at the back, thank goodness. Where the top part is tight, the skirt portion of the dress flows loosely to the ground like water, the material some type of chiffon with a shimmer that catches the light as I twirl. It’s a flirty outfit, a mix of sweet and sexy that fits my style perfectly.
I open the door and wait for Asher to look up from his phone. His eyes widen a fraction when he catches sight of me. They rove up my legs, pausing at my hips before moving slowly over my breasts and up to my face. The look in his eyes makes heat pool low in my belly.
He coughs to clear his throat. “Yes,” he tells me nonchalantly, before returning his attention to his phone.
I stifle a laugh as he tries to pretend he’s unaffected and close the door before moving on to the next dress.
This one is a deep purple and fits like a second skin, so much so that ideally it will need to be worn without underwear. It's strapless like the one before it, but that's where the similarities end. It's tight all over and ends mid-thigh. It's simple and understated yet makes my tattoos the focal point. It looks good if I do say so myself.
Opening the door once more, I find Asher’s eyes already on