Page 3 of The Frock Up
"Abso-fucking-lutely not!" I squealed, pressing into the back of the stall. "I willlivein this dress for the rest of my life before I allow you to bring that knife anywhere close to my skin!"
"But—"
"Excuse me." A male voice sounded from the other side of the stall door. "I can't help but overhear."
I closed my eyes, the heat of my blush enough to give me a sunburn.
Please God, take me now.
He pushed the door open, and I was mortified to realize that the guy who'd been playing on his phone was no mere mortal.
No, he looked like a Greek God. Tall, dark, stunning green eyes, a flop of dark hair—a nerdy dreamboat in my shipwreck of a life.
I don't know what I did to accrue this kind of karma but it must have been hella bad for this to happen.
"May I be of assistance?"
My soul, which had already made peace with the fact I was going to be buried in this dress, scoffed.
And what exactly can you do, Mr. Attractive? Whip out some WD-40? Perhaps you have a spare stick of butter in your back pocket? Some olive oil in your kid's pram?
He reached out, his hands settling on my hips as he turned me, gently un-bunching the material a small way. I felt his hands fist the fabric just above the zipper, his skin warm on my back.
I twisted my neck, looking over my shoulder. "What are you—"
With a rough yank, he ripped the zipper apart, the material parting as if he were Moses and it the Red Sea.
"How did you…?"
He grinned, reaching up to brush hair from his forehead. "Not the first time I've been involved in a zipper-related rescue."
"I... thank you."
He winked. "Don't mention it. I'm Ash by the way."
"Hi, I'm—"
A baby began to cry outside the stll.
"Shit, sorry. I'm on baby-watching duty. Nice to meet you, zipper girl."
He stepped out of the stall, leaving me with the staring sales assistants.
Gwen shook off her shock first.
"So, can I ring this up for you?" She asked, touching the material I'd clutched to my chest.
"You mean the prison dress?"
She nodded, her face earnest.
For once, Millionaire Millie and I were in perfect agreement.
"No."
Chapter Two
Ash
