Page 65 of Keeping You

A knock on the door startles me.

“You’ve gotta show us,” Brinley calls.

“No,” I call back. I’m not ashamed of my body, because I know I’m fucking hot, but stepping out of this room in lingerie is not at the top of my list of things I want to do.

“We’re here to help. How can we do that without seeing it?”

I huff and open the door.

All the girls are sitting on the other side. Aspen whistles, Brinley’s jaw drops, and Chloe says, “Damn.”

I turn a little as I look at myself in the mirror again.

“Your brother is one lucky bastard,” Brinley says.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Aspen says.

“So, you’re getting that one. Next,” Chloe says.

I pick the next one, a black baby doll with a matching thong. It’s cute, but not jaw dropping the way I had hoped. I open the door, and Brinley does a spinning motion with her finger. I do as I’m told.

“Next,” she says.

I pick a more risqué piece next. It’s just an elastic-type material that goes around my breasts and nipples, with no fabric actually covering anything. The panties, if you can even call them that, are similar. The elastic material follows the outline of my ass, feeling like it’s almost giving it a lift, and the tiny scrap of fabric between my legs barely covers anything.

I pop my head out the door, not opening it fully, and say, “If you want to see this, you’re coming in here. I’m not stepping foot out there.

The four of them immediately funnel into the tiny room with me.

“Damn, girl. You look fucking hot,” Brinley says.

“I’m not sure about this,” I say.

“You have to get this,” Lennon says.

“I’ll think about it.”

They shuffle out of the room, and I make my way through the rest of the items Brinley selected. I go back out and grab a couple of the items in additional colours, and by the time we leave, I’ve spent hundreds of dollars and am leaving with ten new sets.

As we leave the shop, Aspen’s stomach growls. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I ate breakfast.”

“I could go for some lunch,” I say.

The girls agree, and we head to a restaurant just down the block. A young hostess, probably about sixteen, leads us to a table in the centre of the full dining room. As she hands me a menu, her eyes catch on my bags and widen before she scurriesback to the host stand. I turn and look back at her and see her head pressed together with another hostess and them giggling.

We order and eat. As we’re getting ready to leave, my phone buzzes with a text. I check and see that it’s Grayson.

Grayson

Can’t wait to see you in those new purchases.

I look around the restaurant and don’t see him.

Hannah

Not sure what you mean?

Grayson

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