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“I did, but that evil smile on your lips scared me a little,” I say, and he lets out a small laugh before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tugging me against his side.
“Don’t worry, little demon, I will choose a dress worthy of you,” he replies before we reach the table again where everybody is staring at the way Leonard and I are walking together. I ignore them as I settle back into my seat, doing my best to keep the heat out of my cheeks.
If I already can’t wrap my head around Leonard’s and my new relationship, how could I expect them to?
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
leonard
“Why the hell do you keep choosing dresses that sit way too tight on my chest and ass?” Chiara asks while I wait outside of the changing room for her. A small smile dances onto my lips as I stare at the white door she’s standing behind.
“Did I? My bad,” I reply, but I was well aware of what type of dresses I was choosing.
“Yeah, I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose,” she says with a snort, and I grin at her changing room.
“Let me see,” I reply. A moment later, the doorknob rattles, but she doesn’t open it. Instead, she lets out a nervous laugh and a pained sound.
“Nope. You can’t see this. Half of my boobs are spilling out of this dress,” she explains, but now I want to see her even more.
“Sweetheart, let me see,” I say, making sure to pronounce every word firmly. She lets out a sigh before opening the white door I’ve been staring at for too long.
My breath catches in my throat. My heart explodes at the sight of her. My entire being inches toward her because she’s the flame, and I’m merely a moth, drawn to her even though she’s dangerous for me. It isn’t her breasts either, at least not primarily, it’s everything about her appearance. The way the blue satin clings to her curves and her short brown hair frames the sides of her face. Her green eyes and the way they sparkle with uncertainty. Her full, pouty lips I’m having an impossible time trying not to devour with my own. I can’t quite remember why the hell I’m not supposed to kiss her anyway. We both want me to, I know that now since she told me she wanted me to fuck her, and it’s been driving me wild since.
“Would you stop staring at me and say something?” she says with frustration, and I swallow hard.
“I’m trying,” I reply because I really am. I’m trying my bloody hardest to form words, but she’s too beautiful for any of them to come out. I clear my throat and look away to ease a bit of the tension inside of my chest. “If you’re not comfortable in this dress, we will find you another,” I assure her, my traitorous eyes shifting back to her to make thinking an impossible task. The uncertainty I saw in her eyes before only intensifies.
“I’m not uncomfortable, but this is extravagant anda lot. I’m usually a quieter type of person,” she says, and I nod at her words.
With most people, she doesn’t show who she really is. She doesn’t like them enough to be herself around, but I personally don’t mind it one bit because she’s always Chiara with me. She’s my little demon, my Starling, but she’s just Chiara too. A woman with a heart so big, I’m still getting used to the possibility of owning even a slight piece of it. Hell, if she only ever gives me a hair’s width of it, I’ll start considering myself the luckiest man in the world.
“But you also have a fire inside of you so large, you wear this dress like no one else ever could,” I reply, and she looks up at me, then at the mirror on the right side of the changing rooms.
She stands before it, and I can’t help but follow just to see myself standing with her. We look amazing together. I’m not an oblivious man. I know I’m attractive. I’ve been asked to model for many brands since I became a Formula One driver. It’s the reason why I swallow hard at the sight of her. Chiara looks like a queen on her way to take the throne, and I look like her prince in my dress shirt and matching blue pants. I’ve never been happier about wearing fancy clothing to go shopping.
“Could you undo the zipper before I go back into the changing room?” Chiara asks after we’ve been staring at each other in the mirror for several minutes.
“Okay,” I mumble because the thought of undressing her is making my cock twitch unbearably.
Starling turns her back to me, and I fumble with the zipper, trying my best to keep my hands from shaking. It takes me a few moments to get control of my fingers again before I slide down the metal and expose her bare back to me. She isn’t wearing a bra, which doesn’t help my body calm down either. If anything, knowing she’s going to be almost naked in the changing room only brings me closer to her until my chest is flush against her back.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, and I run my fingers up and down her arms. My heart is racing harder than it does during race weekends.
“I’m trying to memorize the way you fit against me,” I blurt out, and she tenses in response.
“I don’t think this is the most efficient way to do that. There are still too many clothes in the way.” God, this woman is testing my restraint.
“You want me to fuck you in the changing room, little demon? Is that why you tempt me?” I ask, but she takes a step back, pressing her arse right against my hard cock.
“Yes,” she admits shamelessly, and I let out a string of curses. I press myself further into her until I hear a little moan slip past her lips.Stop, do not go further, my brain screams at me, but I have no control over it while Chiara rubs herself against me. I lead her back to the changing room when a voice stops me from going in with her.
“Excuse me, sir. I found the dress you were asking for.” The sales associate from earlier steps toward me and hands me the other blue dress I wanted Chiara to try on.
“Starling, you want to try another dress?” I ask, and she peaks her head through a slight crack of her changing room door.
“Gimme,” she says in an uncharacteristically silly and sweet voice, making a surprised chuckle escape me. I hand her the dress, which she snatches out of my grasp with a grin, and then locks the changing room door again.
The sales associate remains by my side, and I realise Lilah must have told him to stay here in case I needed anything else. The store is rather busy today, couples and groups of people storming in at once. I’m pissed to be receiving a babysitter, but I know my friend means it for the best. Maybe she also wants to make sure Chiara and I don’t actually fool around in one of her changing rooms, but I shake away the thought as soon as it crosses my mind. No one thinks there is something going on between Chiara and me. Because there isn’t. There shouldn’t be. I won’t remind myself of all the reasons again, but they’re there, and I can’t deny them. She’s just confusing me with that dirty mouth, beautiful face, sexy body, and breathtaking personality. That’s all it is.
