Page 72 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Something you like?” Evan asks.

“The light that looks like a mushroom is…interesting.” I trace the lid of the green and gold light. The glass is smooth.

He gives me a smirk, turning from me as a woman with short brown hair approaches him.

“Mr. Brennon , how nice to see you,” she says.

“Hi Rita, you’re looking well.”

“Please don’t touch the top, there’s a switch on the bottom of the stand,” Rita reaches in front of me, knocking my hand out of the way.

I’m blushing stupidly, feeling very small. Evan reaches out, running his finger along the rim of the top of the fixture. I know he’s trying to make me feel better and that makes me smile.

“It’s so inviting to touch, isn’t it? I don’t know if I like how that cord comes out.”

Rita straightens the light on the table. “People touch it all the time,” she murmurs. “Should I show you the mirrors?”

“Yes.” Evan’s hand is comforting on the small of my back.

I cover my mouth, stifling a giggle as Rita leads us through the shop, stepping off the beige carpet.

Her black heels click on a tile floor. She opens a door to a long narrow room. “Here is where we keep our larger mirrors. We have many designs, as you can see. There are some concave mirrors in the back.”

The door chime rings out and Rita glances behind us.

“We need a few minutes here, Rita. Thank you for your help,” Evan says.

“Take your time.” Rita presses her lips together in a smile and scurries off to the front of the store.

Evan takes my hand, pulling me further into the room.

It’s way too elegant a space to have a fun house effect, but there are mirrors everywhere and to keep from catching sight of myself, I focus on Evan.

“Please don’t buy that mushroom lamp.”

Evan laughs, closing the door.

The room suddenly feels hot.

“I think it’s hideous, though if you really want it, I’ll get it.”

“No I don’t. Why are you buying a mirror?”

He strides over to me, the heat in his eyes making my panties instantly wet.

“I told you, I want to see you from every angle. Should we go with a mirror wall or something framed?” Evan spins me to his back, and I have no choice but to see myself in the oval mirror that’s in front of me.

I see the back of me by the mirrors that are hanging in a sequenced row and want to run out of the room.

“Evan, you can’t buy things just because…”

“Because you give me good ideas? I certainly can.” He wraps his arms around me, nuzzling my neck, then his mouth slants across mine.

His dark head is against my frizzy curly one, his sleek body against my plump one. I’m dizzy as he keeps kissing me, his tongue twirling with mine.

“Evan, what are you doing?” I gasp against him as he lifts up my dress, cups my breasts.

“Choosing a mirror. Do you like that one?”

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