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Alex’s grin widens. “Yeah, this one is so much better.”

I guess faster and louder means better.

I sink into the seat as Alex navigates the crowded streets. Hundreds, if not thousands, ofpeople walk on the sidewalks dipping in and out of shops and restaurants.

Alex pulls into a parking garage and parks on the bottom floor. There are only a few cars parked here.

“Where are we going?”

Alex grabs my hand and pulls me towards the pedestrian exit as he locks his car doors. “Just around the corner.”

True to his word, as soon as we round the corner, Alex pulls me into a boutique.

The lady behind the cash register smiles at Alex before letting her gaze wander over his very toned body. “What can I help you find today?”

“We’re shopping for club attire.”

Her gaze moves from him to me and immediately turns into a frown.

I know what she’s thinking. How did a sexy as fuck guy like Alex end up with someone not sexy like me? He should be with someone like her. Someone who travels the world and lives in the big city.

Alex pulls me into his arms. His whisper is like a growl in my ear. “Don’tdo that.”

I turn my head to whisper back, “Do what?”

“Whatever you were just thinking, stop. I can see the look on your face, and I don’t like it.”

When I nod, he pulls me over to a wall full of dresses.

“What do you think about something like this?” He holds up a dress that looks like it’s the length ofa t-shirt. Not to mention the huge cutouts along the sides.

“No, thanks. Plus, I don’t think a dress is such a good idea, especially a really short one. I don’t want everyone seeing what color panties I’m wearing.”

Alex’s eyes darken as he swallows. “I want to see.”

I chuckle as I walk deeper into the store. “You can see whenever you want. Just not while we’re dancing at the club.”

The lady rolls her eyes and plays with something on the counter as I walk past.

“What about shorts?” Alex asks, while holding up a pair of black shiny shorts.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t it get chilly at night here? I mean, we are further north. Also, what if someone spills a drink? Then my legs will be sticky and messy.”

Alex puts them back.

Rack after rack, we look at the clothes and weigh every option before putting them back where we found them. Alex takes it all in stride and never complains.

In fact, I think he’s enjoying this more than I am.

Alex disappears for a few moments before coming back, just as I’m ready to give up.

“I got you a fitting room. Try on the outfit I picked out and let me know what you think.”

“Is it something short and skimpy?”

He leans his head back and laughs. “No. Quite the opposite. I chose a pair of pants.”

That’s a surprise. I figured he would choose the smallest amount of clothes possible.

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