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With a questioning look I picked up the same style in a charcoal gray.
He shook his head and pointed to the third color in that style. White.
I picked it up and held it out in front of me. I couldn’t remember ever wearing anything white, but it was better than the rainbow colors I’d been wearing at the camp and the yellow color he had just suggested. I agreed to at least try the white shirt on.
“How about a pair of jeans?”
“Black jeans?” I asked hopeful.
“No, white jeans or blue.”
I chose white since the blue ones reminded me of my mother who had always worn tight blue jeans.
“What about bras and panties?” he asked and went to the rack and picked out a white set with lace.
“I don’t even know what size I am, I only ever wear sports bras,” I told him.
He held out two sets to me. “I think one of these two will fit.”
I took the jeans, the shirt, and the two sets of underwear and headed for the fitting room.
“Remember, as your dad, I need to see it on before we buy it,” he said with a charming grin.
A woman turned her head and gave us a curious look.
“He’s much older than he looks,” I muttered as I passed her.
Gabriel followed me with a chuckle.
The jeans were a size too small, so he went back and got me the right size. The shirt looked nice – too nice, but he liked it. The underwear was sweet and yet seductive. I was flattered that he had chosen two in a C cup because even though it was ridiculous I was still happy that he estimated my breasts to be much bigger than they were.
“Why don’t we try with a B cup? I think that’s more realistic.” I told him.”
He frowned. “Not to sound cocky or anything, but I’ve seen my share of tits and yours are definitely a C cup,” he said. “My ex, Heidi, was a lingerie model, and I know about these things.”
Figures that Gabriel’s ex was a lingerie model, and here I was trying on my first set of grown-up underwear with lace. To my surprise, the man was right. I was a small C cup. I took a minute to admire the design in the mirror.
“Wow, you look good,” Gabriel said and I lifted my head to see him peeking in from behind the curtain.
“Hey, don’t be a creep, I didn’t say you could look.”
His head disappeared quickly and I got into my pre-teen clothes and met him outside the fitting room.
He took the pile from me. “Anything else you want?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, I already owe you too much money.”
He paid for the clothes and handed me the shopping bag.
“Come on, sugar, I need a cup of coffee.”
The woman in the store told Gabriel where to get the best coffee, and since the town was very small we reached the small coffee house quickly.
“There is something I wanted to discuss with you,” Gabriel said when we sat at a table with our drinks in front of us. “You owe me three hundred dollars for the bail and I wanted to make you an offer on how to pay it back.”
I tensed and sat down my glass of iced tea. This was it. I had known all along that he was too good to be true. I prepared myself for the disappointment over his proposal and wondered how many sexual favors he felt he should get for three hundred dollars.
“Can you cook?” he asked, and that made me raise my brows.
