Page 42 of Champagne Nights

“She’s all done. What do you think?”

“I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” I smiled.

“So you would like to purchase all the products I used?” Vanessa grinned.

“Yes, just put it on my account here.”

“Your name?”

“Ethan Klein.”

“Thank you, Mr. Klein.” She smiled and then turned to Aubrey. “Your boyfriend is a keeper. You better hold on tight to him.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my pimp.” Aubrey smirked as she got up from the stool and lightly grabbed hold of my arm.

I looked at Vanessa, who was standing there with a shocked expression on her face, and gave her a wink.

As we were taking the escalator to the next level, where the women’s clothing was, I asked Aubrey why she said that.

“Because she shouldn’t just assume things like that.”

“True. But a pimp? Really?”

“Did you want me to say you were my gay best friend?” She arched her brow.

“I suppose pimp was fine.” I chuckled as I stopped at a rack of long dresses.

“You like long dresses, right? I’ve seen you in a couple of them. Here’s a rack of very casual-looking ones. Perfect for a barbeque, I think.”

She took the fabric of one of the dresses on the rack and felt it between her fingers.

“This feels nice. What does it look like?”

“It’s navy blue with small white flowers all over it.”

I pulled it from the rack and held it up while she felt the neckline and ran her hands all the way down the dress.

“I’ll have to try it on. Do they have a small?”

I looked at the tag on the inside of the dress and smiled.

“This one is a small.”

“Lead the way to the fitting room, Mr. Klein.” She held on to my arm.

The sales associate opened a dressing room for her, and I took a seat on the chair sitting right outside. After a few moments, Aubrey called my name, and I stepped inside to see how stunning she looked in that dress.

“How does it look on me?” she asked.

“It’s perfect. You look beautiful.”

“You’re not just saying that, are you?” She smirked.

“No. If I didn’t like it, I would tell you. I don’t hold back on anything.”

“How much is it?”

“Don’t you worry about the cost. I’m paying for it.”

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