“Tristian,” I whispered, closing the door. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to see my girl in her dresses.” He stood, pointing to the undergarments the seamstress hung for me. “These are ugly as shit.”
I chuckled. They were kind of old fashioned.
He grabbed the lingerie hanging off his chair. “Now these … these I like. Try them on for me.”
I blushed. “My mother would kill me if she knew I was wearing that under my gown.”
“Who says she has to know? No one will know but me.”
“She’s going to know if she’s paying for them.”
He gripped the back of my neck, stating, “I’ll pay for them. Problem solved.”
“You’re going to buy me lingerie?”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want. Now try it on for me.”
“What does it matter what I’m wearing? It’s not like you’re going to be there.”
He arched an eyebrow. “I’m your first dance.”
“That’s never going to happen.”
“It’s a masquerade theme, right? No one will know it’s me.”
“I’m just supposed to tell my family that my first dance is going to be a friend?”
“I’m more than a friend, kitten.”
“I know that, but they don’t. I’m supposed to dance with my dad or brother or someone like that.”
“Then you’re going to have to come up with a plan. It’s your first dance as a woman. I’ve already claimed all your other firsts, and I’m claiming this one too.”
The sound of footsteps trailing closer interrupted our conversation.
“She’s coming.” I put my finger over my mouth. “Shhh!”
“She’s not going to come into your dressing room, kitten. Relax.”
“Fine.” Inhaling a deep breath, I tried on the lingerie for him.
It was an intricate white corset top with matching panties and a garter belt. Once I was dressed, I stood in front of the mirror with Tristian standing behind me.
“You’re fucking stunning.” He kissed my shoulder.
I moved away from him. “Don’t start that. We can’t do that in here.”
“Kitten, when are you going to learn that I can do what I want?”
“Tris—”
With that, he walked out of the room.
Oh my God.
The expression on the seamstress’ face was one I’d never forget as she witnessed him stepping out of my dressing room.