Page 10 of Mr. Bossy

Expensive, yes.Beautiful, yes.Conservative, no.

I knew with one sweep of the room that Mr. Bossy was not taking me to his ex’s wedding for any other reason than to show me off, which I supposed made sense.

You don’t take a girl like me to a place like that for any other reason.

“How many outfits do I need for one weekend?” I asked the stylist.I still hadn’t gotten her name.She hadn’t volunteered it, and I hadn’t felt any desire to ask.I doubted I’d be seeing her again.

“Six in total, I believe, three being gowns, which is what I’m in charge of.Mr. Kashnikov will see to the rest personally.”

As she spoke the man himself walked into the open doorway, and I became very aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but a strapless bra and a lacy nude thong.

His eyes raked over me, but his words were for the other woman.“Make it five gowns.With shoes, and accessories, of course.”

Without speaking to me, he took a seat in a chair in the corner, and watched.

I tried to ignore him, but having him there changed the very feel in the air, made me restless, antsy.Turned on.

He took a call on his cell as I tried on the first dress the woman handed me, a fitted black silk sheath, then stepped into the shoes she set in front of me.

“No,” he said suddenly, voice pitched louder than it had been for his phone conversation.He pulled the cell away from his ear.“Not that one.More skin.More leg.More cleavage.Sheer lace.Cutouts.I want to see her body.”With that, he went back to talking on his phone.

I pulled the dress off over my head, and took the next one she handed me, a nude lace, off the shoulder dress with one cutout over the cleavage, one over my ribs, and a high hem that showed off my legs.

I’d no sooner stepped into the bubble gum pink platform stilettos the woman set in front of me, then he was barking out, “Turn around.”

I did it, eyes on him, nipples tight with need.

“Yes, that one,” he said curtly, and went back to his phone.

The next dress was backless, made of cream silk organza with a short, flowing skirt, and a high neck.

“Bra off for that one,” he remarked.

I reached my arms back, unsnapped the bra, and slid it off.I glanced down at the thin material covering my chest.It left nothing to the imagination, not even the fact that my nipples were erect.

“We’ll need to cover those,” the woman stated, going to a dresser in the corner.

“No, Edith,” Mr. Bossy told her brusquely.“It’s fine like that.I don’t want her to hide.”His tone changed at the next words, and I could tell without looking at him that he was addressing me again.“Turn around for me.”

I did, watching him.“Yes, that one,” he said, eyes on my chest.“Get her shoes for it,” he told Edith.

She set some Tiffany blue heels in front of me, and I stepped into them.

Edith looked at him, and he nodded.

The next dress he shot down before she’d even taken it fully off the rack.

“Too conservative,” he told her, and went back to his business conversation on the phone.

I took the dress off, then bent to grab the strapless bra from where I’d discarded it on the floor, snapping it back on.

He made short work of choosing several other gowns and shoes, and then dismissed Edith.

He stood after she left, moving to the door to close and lock it.

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