His hand inched higher on my calf and I was shivering. “Please what?” he asked, his finger rubbing the soft part on the back of my knee and I wanted to buckle. I wanted to tell him to touch me… there.
“Please James,” I gasped, almost moaning at the soft, wicked touch of his fingers nearing my inner thigh.
His jaw clenched, and I blinked at him with surprise when he pulled back, standing up and looking away from me. He even kept a distance from me, standing a few steps back.
“James I’m so—”
“Do you like them?”
“What?”
“The heels, Mia.”
Oh, so now I was Mia?
Feeling dejected again, I looked away from him and at my feet. They were cute. Just like the dress, and I hated how good both of them made me look because I wanted to buy both of them. Only if I had brought my wallet with me.
“I asked you something.”
I huffed, hearing the sternness in his voice. “Yes, I like them.”
He narrowed his eyes at my face, but held back whatever he was going to say. He was pretending that whatever happened between us seconds ago didn’t happen.
“Go change. We will be late for the dinner.”
I rolled my eyes at him and shut myself in the changing room. Stripping out of the dress, I tried on the bikini. It flattered my small breasts and fit perfectly around my hips. The little red cherries on the light pink were a literal cherry on top.
“Mia. What’s taking you so long?”
I bit my tongue from saying,I’m rubbing one out. Wanna help?
“I’m trying on the bikini. Do you want to see—”
“No. Be quick about it.” His reply was sharp.
Well, then.
I patted down my hair when I got out of the changing room dressed in my uniform and holding the heels, dress, and bikini.
“I’ll get them tomorrow when I have my—”
He took the items from my arms and took a step closer, looking down at me. “I don’t like to repeat myself, Mia, so listen to me clearly. When I said I’ll reward you and get you anything you want, I meant it. I don’t care if you buy just these three things or the entire store. Understood?”
My mouth felt dry, and I nodded quickly, licking my lips.
“Say you understand, Princess.”
“I-I understand.”
His eyes softened. James smiled at me, leaning down and kissing my cheek before whispering, “Good girl.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat when he pulled away, asking me if I wanted anything else. I shook my head before even thinking or looking at more items, because I couldn’t spend one more minute alone in his presence without having the urge to kiss him. Or do something totally greedy and selfish like ask him to touch me between my legs.
It doesn’t mean anything.
I stood beside him at the checkout and felt self-conscious just being on his side. I felt awkward yet a little turned on that James was holding the cart with the clothes and heels. I knew he didn’t think about it, but it mattered to me a lot.
“I should bring my wallet,” I grumbled when we were the next customers at checkout.