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Dire(47)

By:Alyssa Rose Ivy


I opened it and looked. “That’s a lot of cash.”

“Like I said, it should cover what you need.” He kissed me on the cheek. “Enjoy your girl time.”

“Thanks.” I turned to Jocelyn. “I appreciate it.”

She grabbed my arm. “Of course. What girl wants to try on lingerie with their man around? It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh. That’s not it.” Not it at all.

“Sure it isn’t.” She winked. “Let’s start in that department though.”

Maybe having Hunter with me wouldn’t have been that bad.

We took the escalator upstairs, and Jocelyn walked us right over to the intimates department. “What are you, a 34B?”

“Did you just guess my bra size?”

“It’s not that hard. You’re small, but not that small.”

“Uh, thanks.” I eyed her ample cleavage on display through her fitted top. “I can take it from here.”

“Nonsense. You’re the mate of a man like Hunter. It’s time to dress the part.”

“Dress the part? But we’re talking bras. No one else is going to see them. Other than Hunter,” I quickly added.

“A good push-up bra can go a long way.” She turned her back and started flipping through the racks of bras.

“Can I help you?’ A sales woman walked over.

“Yes.” Jocelyn smiled. “She is in desperate need of some lift.”

“Gotcha. What size?”

“She’s a 34B. We’ll start with these,” She held up two bras. “But bring anything you can find and meet us in the dressing rooms.”

I wanted to melt into the floor. This was awful. Beyond awful. “I don’t usually go for this type. I want comfort.”

“And it shows…” She held open the door to a dressing room.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re not using what you have.”

“But I already have Hunter’s attention… what’s the point?”

“The point is to make yourself irresistible to every man. It makes your man more grateful that you’re his.”

That’s exactly what I needed. To have Hunter more grateful to have me. “Oh.”

“You do want that, don’t you? You want Hunter happy that he chose you?”

“Of course.”

“And I know you wouldn’t mind making some other men jealous either.”

Was she implying that about anyone in particular?

“Go on, start trying on.” She closed the door behind her.

“Uh, aren’t you going to wait outside?”

“No. I need to make sure they fit right.”

“Why?” Jocelyn was way too into this.

“Just get changed. Hunter only gave us an hour and we have tons to buy.”

“Great.” I turned my back on her and tried on the first one. It fit fine, but I wasn’t surprised that it was uncomfortable.

“Here’s a few more.” The saleswoman called from outside the door.

Much to my horror Jocelyn yanked the door open. “Thanks.”

I hastily tried to cover myself up. “Did you have to do that?”

Jocelyn shrugged. “You’re going to have to get used to nudity.”

“Why?”

“Because of the people you’re spending your life with. It’s part of the deal.”

“It’s not a great part.”

“You made the choice to join them, didn’t you?” She leaned in.

Alarm bells went off. She was sniffing for information. She was trying to make me uncomfortable so she could get answers from me. “Of course. I mean who could resist the attention of someone like Hunter?” I tried on another bra. “I like this one. In fact I like it so much, I’m going to wear it out. Could you tell the salesperson please?”

If Jocelyn noticed my abrupt change in mood, she didn’t show it. “Of course.” She hurried out, returning moments later with a pair of scissors. “May I cut the tags?”

“Sure.” I handed her the bra, preferring to be exposed than have blades that close to my skin.

“Here you are.” She handed it back. “I’ll go ahead and throw out your old one. It wasn’t doing anything for you.”

“Of course. I’m also going to pick up some other new ones.” I walked out and grabbed an identical bra to the one she’d thrown out. I needed to stop acting like such a push over. It wasn’t my normal personality, and it wasn’t what I wanted to be. After paying for three bras, and a week’s worth of underwear, we walked over to the shoe department where I bought a pair of sneakers as an alternative to boots, and a pair of black heels that Jocelyn insisted I’d need for the dresses I’d be buying.