Page 7 of Catch Him
He sat in a chair in the corner of the staging area, as the saleswoman had called it. The dressing rooms were down the hall, but this was just a room with mirrors and a raised platform so a person could see herself from all angles.
She turned to him and raised her arms. “Well?”
“You look amazing,” he said rather solemnly.
“It’s like fifteen hundred dollars together with the shoes.”
He gasped. “My goodness! We’ll have to leave a shoe behind.”
She flipped him the bird, which made him chuckle. Then he slowly unraveled from the small fancy chair, and when he reached the platform she realized she was slightly taller than him. There was something powerful in that. In having the slightest advantage over someone like him.
“It’s already paid for. I had your clothes boxed along with the garment bag for the dress with the receipt in case you later change your mind, and had it all sent down to the car.”
“Excellent.” Because she thought it was something someone who was rich would say.
“Then we should be off. Because do you know what I’m thinking right now?”
“No.”
“I’m looking into the mirror behind you where I can see nearly all of your creamy back, and I’m thinking that if I put my hands in just the right spot in the collar, I could tear this dress off you and see the rest of your creamy naked body in all these mirrors. How is that for honesty?”
“Pretty honest,” Sinead told him, even as she hopped down from the raised platform, pleased that she didn’t wobble in her new shoes. Then she looked over her shoulder at him. “But sex is officially off the table. I can’t accept a dress and nice shoes and then turn around and bang you. It’s the principle of it.”
“Forever?”
No, she thought. Definitely not forever. “For now.”
He tilted his head back as if talking to his God. “Intriguing and challenging. I’m going to be hard all night.” Then he looked at her. “Let’s go. I’m… hungry.”
