Beneath This Man (This Man Trilogy)(58)

I want to kick him in the shins. I hate fuss and attention in stores. They kiss your arse and tell you everything looks fabulous and the whole thing makes you feel like you have to buy something. The pressure will be immense, and I dare not even think about the cost.

‘I have an appointment with Zoe.’ he advises the smart, suited and booted chap who greets us. Why did he ask me where we were heading if he already knew? I want to wring his neck.

‘Mr Ward?’ The assistant asks.

‘Yes.’ Jesse says, still refusing to look at me, even though he knows damn well I’m scowling heavily at him and I’m mighty uncomfortable with this.

‘Please, this way. Can I get you any drinks? Champagne, perhaps?’ he asks politely.

Jesse looks at me, and I shake my head. I want to cut and run straight to House of Fraser, where I can shop in peace with a can of coke and with minimum fuss.

‘No, thank you.’ Jesse replies. The young man leads us into a luxurious private area and Jesse pulls me over to a big, leather sofa. I sit down next to him and pull my hand out of his. This is quite possibly my worst nightmare.

‘What’s up?’ he asks as he makes a grab for my hand again.

I look at him accusingly. ‘Why did you ask me where I wanted to go if you’d already made an appointment?’

He shrugs. ‘I don’t understand why you would want to trail around a dozen stores when you can have everything brought to you here.’

He really doesn’t understand? He’s a man. What did I expect? ‘Is this how you shop?’ I ask. He must have more money than sense. I’m getting sweatier by the second.

‘Yes, and I pay for the privilege so just humour me, will you?’ he says shortly.

I look at him, completely stunned, but before I have a chance to retaliate, a young blonde haired girl appears and beams at Jesse. She’s pretty and kitted out in a Ralph Lauren cream suit.

‘Jesse!’ she sings at him. ‘How are you? He gets up and she kisses him continental style. I assume they are familiar by their exchange. How often does he come here?

‘Zoe. I’m good. You?’ He smiles at her. It’s one of them knock out smiles – the one that reduces women to a mass of hormones at his feet.

‘Great, this must be Ava. It’s a pleasure to meet you.’ She puts her hand out to me, and I stand to take it, offering a small smile. She’s friendly enough, but I’m still not comfortable here. She sits in the chair opposite us. ‘So, Ava, Jesse tells me we’re looking for something special for an important party.’ she says excitedly. Something special sounds like it’s going to have a special price tag too.

‘Something very special.’ Jesse reiterates as he pulls be back down to the couch. I suddenly feel like I’m overheating, and I’m all claustrophobic in this massive room.

‘Okay, what’s your style, Ava? Give me an idea of what you like.’ She places her hands in her lap and looks at me expectedly.

I don’t know what my style is. If I like something and I feel good in it, I buy it. I can’t categorise my style. ‘I don’t have a style really.’ I shrug, and her eyes light up. That must have been a good answer.

‘Lots of dresses,’ Jesse interrupts. ‘She likes dresses.’

‘You like dresses.’ I mutter, earning myself a nudge of his knee.

She smiles, revealing a perfect set of Hollywood, too white teeth. ‘You’re about a ten, yes?’

‘Yes.’ I confirm.

‘Not too short.’ Jesse spits quickly.

I look at him with my mouth agape. This is what I knew would happen. I’m not generally a short dress person, but he’s turning me into one with his caveman attitude.

Zoe laughs. ‘Jesse, she has fantastic legs. It would be a shame to waste them. What shoe size are you, Ava?’

I like her. ‘I’m a five.’

‘Great, let’s go.’ She stands, and I join her. Jesse gets up too.

‘I can’t believe you’ve done this to me.’ I whine as he dips and kisses me on the cheek. I like Zoe, but I would much prefer to be left to my own devices.

He sighs. ‘Ava, let me have my fun,’ He leans in and crowds me. ‘I get my own little fashion show with my favourite lady modeling.’ He pouts.

‘Who gets to pick the dress, Jesse?’

He nuzzles my nose. ‘You do. I’m just observing. I promise. Go on, knock yourself out.’ He sits back down on the sofa and starts making a call. I’m relieved. I don’t think I could bear him following us around the store, trampling everything I give a second look at.

Zoe leads me through the department. ‘So, you’re being spoiled today?’ she asks on a friendly smile. She is lovely, but those teeth are really very white.

‘I am, under duress.’ I return her smile.

‘You don’t want to be spoiled?’ she laughs, picking up a long, green gown and presenting it to me. It’s lovely but more Kate’s colour than mine. I give a little apologetic shake of my head. She mirrors it. ‘No, I agree. What about this one?’ She places a hand on a lovely Grecian style dress.

‘That’s lovely.’ I admit, but it also looks very expensive.

‘It is. We’ll try it. What about this?’

‘Wow!’ I blurt at the cream, tight number with a thigh high slash up the leg. ‘Jesse can be a bit uptight with overexposure.’ I laugh as I hold the split open. You would have to shave everything off!

‘He can?’ She looks at me curiously. If she says… ‘He’s so laidback.’ she adds.

No, he’s not!

I release the dress and move on to a red satin one. ‘Not with me,’ I mutter. ‘I like this one.’

Zoe replaces her curious stare with a smile. ‘Good choice. And this one?’ She walks across the way and strokes a stunning cream, strapless affair. Is strapless allowed?

‘It’s lovely.’ I agree. I can try it. I’m sure he will make it known if it’s a no go. My attention is seized across the department, and I’m wandering over before I realise my legs are moving.

I run my finger lightly down the front of the black, delicate lace gown. It’s beautiful.

‘You absolutely must try that one.’ Zoe says, joining me in front of the gown. She takes it down and turns it gently. It’s attached to a security wire which can only mean one thing. ‘Isn’t it wonderful?’ she asks dreamily.

Oh it is. It is also in the realms of ridiculously expensive if the store feels the need to wire it up. There is also no price on the tag – another tell-tale sign that I’ll pass out at the price. I run my eyes down the back of the fitted dress that splays mid-thigh to pool the floor slightly. The design is simple, with a plunged V shaped back, dainty capped sleeves that fall slightly off the shoulder, and a flattering deep neckline. It absolutely screams couture.

‘Jesse loves me in lace.’ I muse quietly. He also loves me in black.

‘Then we should definitely try,’ Zoe hangs it back up. ‘How long have you been seeing Jesse?’ she asks casually.

The question instantly puts me on guard. What do I say? The truth is, I’ve been seeing him for a month-ish and a week of that was spent with Jesse drunk and me nursing a broken heart. A sudden nasty thought invades my mushy brain.

‘Not long,’ I try and sound as casual as Zoe when I follow it up with, ‘Does he bring all of the women he dates here?’

She actually starts laughing. I don’t know if that’s a good thing. ‘God, no! He would be bankrupt!’

It’s definitely a bad thing.

She must catch my expression because she pales a little. ‘Ava, I’m sorry. That came out all wrong.’ She shifts uncomfortably on her heels. ‘What I meant to say was if he brought all of the women he had slept…’ She halts and pales further. I feel slightly sick. ‘Shit!’ she exclaims.

‘Zoe, don’t worry about it,’ I turn my attention to another dress. Who am I kidding? I know he put himself about.

‘Ava, he’s never actually dated anyone. As far as I know, anyway. He’s quite a catch. You’ll be fighting the women of The Manor off, that’s for sure.’

‘Yeah,’ I laugh lightly. I need to get away from this line of conversation. That thought –the one of Jesse with another woman – pops into my head again. Zoe clearly knows his business. ‘Where to next?’ I plaster on a non-jealous, unaffected face, if there is such a thing. I’m bubbling on the inside and bristling on the out. Why did he have to be such a slut?

‘Shoes!’ Zoe sings, leading me off towards the Egyptian elevators.



An hour later, we return to the plush personal shopping area with a young guy pulling a rail of dresses and shoes. Jesse is still sat on the sofa with his phone to his ear.

He smiles brightly and disconnects the call. ‘Have fun?’ he asks as he gets up and smoothers my face with his lips. ‘I missed you.’

‘I’ve been gone an hour.’ I laugh and grip his shoulders as he pushes me back.

‘Too long.’ he grumbles. ‘What have you got?’ He brings me back up to vertical.

‘Too much to choose from.’ I say. I managed to convince Zoe to abandon the lace gown. In fact, I avoided anything that was attached to a security wire.