And she was going to start letting herself live with Elijah.12“You really don’t have to do this, Elijah,” Freya said for what felt like the hundredth time. She was currently an expensive boutique in the city because Elijah insisted she let him buy her a gown for the fundraiser tonight.
Of course she had dresses and could even buy her own, but a part of her, a very feminine part, was excited Elijah wanted to buy her things. She never thought she’d want a man to take care of her, but she didn’t care and wasn’t ashamed to admit that right now she loved it.
“Freya, sweetheart, for the tenth time.” He chuckled softly. “I want to do this for you. I want to be able to spoil you.”
That was definitely a sigh moment right there, and she smiled.
Freya looked at herself in the mirror of the department store, and that smile changed to a cringe. She couldn’t deny that it felt weird being in this expensive part of the city, allowing Elijah to buy her a dress that cost as much as some people’s mortgage. She lifted the price tag on the side of the dress, and her throat clenched. Yeah, definitely mortgage-sized prices.
The dress she had on was the third one she’d tried on, and the first she actually liked on her. She wasn’t overly large but had gained weight and curves over the past four years. Looking at herself in these harsh florescent lights made her feel unattractive. Still, this dress was by far the best. It was an emerald color with crystal and lace detailing under the bust and around the hem of the dress. She had to admit her breasts looked incredible in it.
The knock on the dressing room door had her heart racing, and she cleared her throat. “Yes?” She was nervous, and right now, she felt especially unattractive, especially since she knew Elijah would want to see her in this dress.
“Are you going to let me see?” he said with a teasing tone. Freya found herself closing her eyes and saying a little prayer that he’d like it because the feminine part of her wanted to please him.
Glancing at her reflection once more, she ran her eyes over her body and told herself she looked good. With a deep breath, she turned around and opened the door. Elijah stood on the other side, his hands in the front pocket of his slacks, and his gaze raking up and down her body.
“What do you think?” she asked, her voice shaking a little. She’d never dressed like this in general and certainly not for a man. She’d never wanted to impress someone, but with Elijah, she found herself wanting his approval, his desire for her and what she wore. Maybe it was not something a strong, independent woman should want, but fuck it, because Freya wanted that right now.
He didn’t answer for several moments, and then cleared his throat and looked her in the eyes. “How do you like it?”
She looked down at her body, saw the impressive cleavage she sported with the rise and fall of her breasts, and felt herself shrug. “I feel a bit exposed.” Although the dress was floor-length, it was fitted, showing off her tucked in waist and too wide hips. He didn’t respond, and when she lifted her head, running her gaze over his pants, she could see the front of his slacks was tented. Swallowing her arousal, she continued moving her eyes up over his defined chest and looked into his eyes.
“Aside from the exposed part…” He looked down at her breasts, cleared his throat, and lifted his gaze back to hers. “How do you like it?”
“I like it, but is it too much for where we’re going today?”
He looked at her body again. “No, it’s definitely not too much.”
She couldn’t help but smile at the fact it was clear he most definitely liked the dress. “It doesn’t show off too much? It doesn’t show a little too much of the unattractive parts?”
“Unattractive parts?” he said with a bit of astonishment in his voice, shaking his head as if stunned by her comment. He turned and looked behind him, then looked back at Freya. He moved closer, forcing her to step back until her back hit the mirror. Elijah closed the dressing room door, sealing them in. The scent of him was intoxicating, and she took a stuttering breath.
“Elijah,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” She was heating up in all the right places.
“For the record,” he said in a soft voice as well, “I happen to think there are no unattractive parts on you.” He placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned his face in close to hers. Elijah spoke in a deep, but whispered voice again. “In fact, I’d like to take this dress off you, press your naked, very attractive body to mine, and make you come.”