Andrew

 

Fuck.

Olivia’s the kind of girl that’s too innocent for me. I knew it the moment I walked in the office. I thought that her working for me wasn’t a good idea, until she told me that she’s leaving. I’ll miss seeing her tight ass in that black pencil skirt she wears every fucking day. I think that she’s struggling financially. She doesn’t go to lunch with the girls, and I’ve seen her more than once sitting at her desk eating the same tired sandwich.

“So, do you think that you’ve seen anything you like?”

She sighs. “They’re all so beautiful. I don’t know which one to pick. I feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.”

I’m at a store that I’ve visited a couple of times with one of the girls that I date. Or rather, one of the girls that I fuck once in awhile and take to events. Not many; after all, I don’t want them to get the wrong idea. Especially after I dated Roberta, I’ve been careful about the way I treat women. But knowing I’m not going to see Olivia after tonight means it’s a risk worth taking.

“You shouldn’t compare this situation to Pretty Woman. Number one, you’re not a prostitute, and I’m not the kind of guy that picks up prostitutes. We’re just buying a dress for you to come to the party with me.”

She nods her head. “Sorry.”

I shake my head thinking maybe I was too harsh. “Not a problem. Just find a dress.”

I feel like a fucking sugar daddy walking with her. I’m trying to keep my distance, but still stay close, making sure none of the employees treat her like she’s a thief or anything. I know what they’re fucking like. I’ve been here a couple of times, but not enough to be considered a regular.

I sigh as I see her walking up and down the aisle like fucking Alice in Wonderland. She keeps picking up the dresses and then puts them down again.

What the fuck?

“Olivia, why don’t you just pick something and try it on?”

“Are we late?”

“No, it’s not about that. It’s about the fact that we’re looking to spend the night here at this rate. We’ve been here for thirty minutes.” Okay, so I’m timing her, but that’s beside the point. “And you keep picking things up and putting them down. It’s a designer store; there’s no way they have nothing that you like. Then again, maybe they don’t, and we should just go elsewhere.”

“Errh,” she says as she grabs my arm, her soft fingers on my shirt making my cock go hard. She’s too fucking innocent; maybe it wasn’t a good idea inviting her out tonight. I feel like I’m going to take advantage of her just because I know that it’ll be so easy to do.

“It’s just that the prices are so high. I just feel bad making you buy something that I’m only going to wear for one night,” she whispers, and her bright blue eyes look so damn genuine.

Shit, she’s past innocent. What is she, a fucking nun?

Most girls would fucking jump at the chance of just picking out a dress, and they wouldn’t even look at the price tag because they’re not paying. She’s too fucking sweet. Sensitive. Fucking sexy like this.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

“I’m paying. Not you. I’ll be the judge if it’s too expensive.”

Shit, I’m not used to women like her. The innocent ones. The type that could break down in tears if I keep talking to her like this. I need to fucking calm down and stop.

“Fine. I liked the red one. The one I first picked up. I’ll try that on.”

Wow, I thought that she would break, but it just encouraged her to buy a dress. Maybe I was wrong about her after all.

“And what about this black number?”

“Oh no, I can’t wear a bra with that one, and I need to.”

Fuck my cock just went hard at her confession. She must have noticed because she’s gone bright red.

One of the sales assistants pops out of nowhere and says, “Good evening. My name’s Harper. This is our latest Halston Heritage collection which I put on display about an hour ago, so no one has this yet,” she whispers as if it’s a big secret. “Sure, it has no back, but the front has support. Here, feel.”

Like a child, Olivia follows her instructions and then nods in agreement.

“Also, with the bow at the back, I’m sure that your boyfriend’s going to love you in it.” Harper giggles as she looks at me. “Trust me, with your curves, it’ll look beautiful. Trust me,” she smiles as she says the last line.

I’m speechless because I never saw the back of the dress; it’s lace and leaves nothing to the imagination.

Fuck.

She’ll be the talk of the night in that hot number. I’m surprised that Olivia agrees to try it on as she follows the assistant to the changing rooms.

“Don’t worry; we won’t be long,” Harper calls out to me, but by that time Olivia’s following her practically skipping to the changing room.

I decide to sit in one of the leather chairs. There’s a guy sitting next to me, playing on his phone. He’s trying to look professional, but it’s clear that he’s playing a game as I hear it chime. I don’t play games; I have a business to run. I check my emails and wait patiently. I should have gone home to change or grab one of the spare shirts I keep in the office. But I couldn’t be bothered to try and look nice. I just want Roberta off my back, but with the way Olivia’s going to be looking tonight I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay at the party that late.

Fuck.

I’m not even sure that I want to go anymore. I want to take her home and pop her fucking cherry. I bet she’s a virgin because she’s too innocent to be anything else and seeing as she’s no longer working for me, I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.

I wasn’t timing her, but finally, Olivia comes out of the changing room, and she looks like a fucking million dollars. Her hair is tied up in a loose bun with a few loose strands. She has on fresh make-up including a bright red lipstick which emphasizes her pale complexion. She has on new shoes and even the walk that she’s walking towards me is different — it’s as if she’s come out with a new attitude. Her body was made for that dress; even the guy sitting next to me is paying attention to her. Shit, everyone in the damn store is.

I nearly drop my phone as I say, “No matter how much it costs, this dress is worth every penny. You look like a million dollars.”

A big smile appears on her face as she says, “I feel like one.”

I stand up and hold out my arm. I want her by my side. The way she’s looking is driving me insane, and I want everyone to know that she’s mine.

Fuck.

She’s mine.