Masters And Lovers 1-4
Chapter 83
She works her way through the lingerie, taking her time.
She chose this shop carefully. Most of the lingerie shops and counters have female assistants, but this one...
His eyes follow her, and she knows it. Occasionally pausing over some item, she looks up at him, smiling.
She settles on a set in deep green satin, trimmed with lace in a pale gold. The bra plunges deeply, and the panties are cut high at the hip. She holds them to herself, looking at her reflection and conscious of the man looking over her shoulder. She turns to face him
“They're awfully pretty. They'd suit me well don't you think?”
He licks his lips. “When you've paid for them, yes.”
She looks at the tag. “But they're so expensive...” Her jade-eyed gaze lifts to his. “Would you like me to model them for you?”
His eyes dart sidelong to the door, then he nods across the room. “The changing rooms are over there, madam.” As he follows her, he bolts the shop door.
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Surrounded by bags bearing expensive designer names and logos, Mitch sits on her bed, surveying her prizes. She lays them out carefully, stroking away any creases from the blouse; filmy silk in a pale cream with a matching skirt. Wearing it, while cut to a demure length, it is slit high to one side.
She can't resist. She meant to hang them all carefully away, but she can't wait. Quickly she dresses again in the green satin bra and panties and the suspender belt which she spotted a little later. When she puts on the skirt and blouse, carefully easing aside the fabric of the skirt, it displays her stocking tops just as she hoped.
All she needs now is shoes and nice jewellery. And perhaps a bag to accessorise?
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The assistant kneels by her, squeezing the toe. “Are they quite wide enough for you, madam?”
“Perhaps you have something like them in a wider size?”
He begins to nod and to stand, but discovers that, all hidden from the view of the shop, the toe of the shoe is rubbing inside his thigh.
He swallows hard, looking up, and finds himself lost in a pair of brilliant green eyes set in porcelain skin and framed by red-gold hair.
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figure enters the hotel. Walking like a queen, she is elegantly dressed in cream satin. In the high heels, she is close to six feet tall. She could be a model or an actress. Perhaps she
He smiles. “Good morning, madam.
but his smile remains, shiny and
just waiting for
lobby and to the left. Would you
“Just tea, please.”
see to
follow him sidelong as he marches smartly to the bar, issuing curt instructions to the boy manning
smile, she makes her way
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might sign the contract this trip. More likely he’ll have to come back a couple of times while they
And a professional keeps smiling as long as
A drink….
early night with a good book, or
A fire
I get
on the
clink of ice cubes and the glass slides across to him. He sips, inhaling the vapours and feeling the chill burn hit
That’s good….
his shirt, then perching a hip onto a stool, turns
and paler skin are crowned by auburn hair which highlights gold under the chandeliers.
She smiles at him….
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his tie, looking in the mirror.
to rise, but suddenly shy, she wraps a sheet around herself, tucking the corner in at the top to hold
“You’ve done that before?”
“Brothers,” she smiles.
you know.
chews her lower lip,
long have you been
“Not long.”
“How long?”