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Mateo

I enjoyed seeingMiss Pettigrew in my clothes a bit too much. In the beginning, it was all I had for her: just some of my shirts and the two pairs of basketball shorts I managed to own of my own volition. And I found that I liked them on her. I liked my eyes grazing along her body while her curves filled out the empty expanse of the fabrics that made up my wardrobe. I enjoyed thoroughly how the fabric undulated like the waves of the ocean with every step she took.

So, I decided a brief shopping trip was necessary.

Not only that, but I decided to get for her a few things that might make her feel a bit more… womanly. Nothing too risque, of course. That was for my eyes only. But, nonetheless, they were delicious little items that I knew would look fantastic on her figure. And with the striking curves that clung to her form, I knew there was no person better suited in my life to wear these little ensembles.

I couldn’t wait for my eyes to behold them.

Even if she didn’t like them at all.

“Miss Pettigrew?”

I knocked on the door softly, an exchange that was new for us. Usually, I unlocked the door and walked inside. But, I was attempting give Miss Pettigrew a bit of autonomy and dominion over her space. Maybe giving her the impression that we were making some sort of ‘progress’ in our interactions would make her more willing to trust me, because I was running out of time.

We both were.

And even with the elongated chain on the cuffs she still had to stubbornly wear, I knew she still had the capability to answer the door. So, after a moment of silence, I knocked again.

“Miss Pettigrew?”

I finally heard her groan. “What?”

“I come bearing gifts.”

I heard her feet padding across the floor before I quickly flipped the lock on the door. I heard her snicker from the other side before the door ripped open, and there stood a freshly showered Miss Pettigrew for my viewing pleasure. She donned yet another shirt of mine that gave me pause, but the scowling look on her face ripped me back to reality.

Charlotte clicked her tongue. “You know, the nicety of knocking on the door is completely destroyed by the fact that you have to unlock it yourself before it’s capable of working.”

I paused. “Noted and logged.”

“With H.R., I assume?”

I grinned. “Of course.”

She turned away from the door. “Well, tell them that I’m tired of the boss always giving me the shit schedules. Just because I’m the newbie around these parts doesn’t mean he has to shit in my lap every morning.”

I chuckled as I walked into the room. “What a wild tongue you have.”

She sat on the edge of the bed. “Too bad you won’t ever figure out its other uses.”

I closed the door behind me. “You keep telling yourself that.”

Silence fell between us as I turned to face her. “Ready for your gift?”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Is it ice cream? Please, tell me it’s ice cream.”

My eyes searched her. “I have no idea whether you’re joking or being serious.”

She smirked. “I have my days.”

“Well, at any rate, I come with more clothes.”

I held the bag out for her to behold, but she didn’t look too impressed. And granted, it didn’t look appetizing. It wasn’t as if I had taken these articles of clothing and wrapped them up at a gift or something like that. But, these gifts weren’t for presentation purposes.

They were for wearing.

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