“How many did you try on?”
“Just one. She picked the most perfect dress for me.”
“What about shoes?”
“Thinking of everything.”
“What size are your feet?” Mariana asks, stepping in to take the gown from me.
“A seven.”
“Okay. Can you walk in heels?”
“Yes, but not too high.”
“Okay. Give me a minute.” She walks away with her brutish man following at a distance.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t get to see it on you.”
“You will.”
“So what about hair and makeup?”
“I don’t know much about that stuff, but I can do my own hair if that’s okay.”
“You can do whatever you want. I just want to make sure you have what you’d like. I’m sure Mariana knows someone.”
“For what?”
“Makeup, hair, whatever women do to themselves.”
“Oh yes. I have several listed since my clients are getting dressed to go somewhere, so it’s always wise to keep on hand. Although at this late hour, it’s gonna cost.”
“I have my makeup at home.”
“Let the man spoil you,” Mariana says.
“She’s right. Can you give me one that’s available?”
“I can see, but first take a look at these. They’re the most comfortable of the three, but these are the prettiest.” I look at them, and they’re all pretty. I’m not a shoes girl, but with the dress and my injuries, I want to be comfortable, so I grab the safe bet and sit to try them on. Roman stands there with his arms crossed watching me with restrained desire. I can see that it’s not completely restrained in his pants. I’m tempted to reach out and touch it, but I hold back because we have an audience. Although that does sound appealing, I don’t want anyone to see Roman’s gorgeous body. That’s all mine.
I stand with the shoes on and walk across the path, earning a sexy growl from Roman.
“Do you like them?”
“I want you to be in nothing but them tonight.” My pussy throbs as I imagine my legs over his shoulders.
“We’ll take these.” I slip them off and slide my sandals back on. Roman heads to the counter and pays while keeping one hand firmly wrapped around my waist.
“These two have availability tonight, but I’d go with her. She’s great, and she’ll make your pretty eyes pop.”
“Great. Thank you so much.” I take the card and Roman grabs my bags.
“Make sure you get tons of pictures.”
“Thank you, I will.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Princess, but I’m fucking horny as hell. I don’t know what the dress is like, but seeing you pick out heels and knowing you were naked just a few minutes ago has my libido high.”
“If we don’t get home soon, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Mr. Edwards? My pussy aches for you.”
“Fuck.” I lean over and press the button to speak to Johnson. “Drive us around for a half hour.” I don’t need that much time, but I want to make sure she comes for me.
I undo my belt and free my cock from my slacks. “Come and ride me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Roman
We’re scheduled to leave in the next ten minutes, and I still haven’t seen her in her dress. The makeup woman just left, and now Amelia’s slipping into her gown. I have a special gift for her tonight. Viktor proved to be handy while we waited and informed me that Amelia would need a necklace or earrings, so I asked him to have Mariana recommend a pair. I had the jeweler deliver them personally.
“Amelia, are you almost ready?” I call out. I hear the click of her heels, and then I’m stunned. I must look like a complete fool with my mouth hanging open, but the sight before me is too damn intoxicating.
“Wow. I…wow. You look sexy. Too sexy.”
“Please don’t ask me to change because I don’t have anything else.”
“I would never. Spin for me.” She twirls, and I lose my shit. “I’m about to come right fucking now.” I cross the short distance between us and slide my hands around her waist. My kiss to her lips is brief because I remember she has on makeup. I step back and pull out the long necklace box from my suit jacket.
“This is for you,” I say, handing it to her. It’s a string of pearls and a pair of pearl earrings.
“Oh my. Roman. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I want you to feel beautiful, although now I’m a little concerned that I’m gonna have to fight fuckers off with a stick tonight. Maybe I should have invested in a walking stick.”
“Silly man. Help me put them on.” I slide behind her, stealing a squeeze of her ass before clasping the necklace on. She does the earrings herself. Bending down, I take a taste of her sweet neck. “Roman,” she moans. I quickly back off, because I’m ready to fuck up her hair and tear that gown off her. Honestly, I’d rather stay in and have her in our bed, but I have to make this special, so I’ll behave.