Chapter 16

Charlie

“I’m off work today, so I’m coming to pick you up and taking you shopping,” I tell Lacey on the phone. “I can’t wait to see you in the clothes at this store I’m taking you to. I think you’ll love them!”

“I’ll be ready!”

I love her fucking enthusiasm. And it goes without saying, I’m excited to see her in various different things. I have some great ideas.

After I rescued her from that slimebag CEO, I knew I had to see her again. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the night of the ball.

I hit the end button on my phone, finish my cup of coffee, and head to the bathroom. It won’t take me long to get ready.

I jump in the shower. I didn’t give Lacey the time I would get there. I think an hour should give her plenty of time to make herself look fucking sexy. Not that she doesn’t already. My cock dances with anticipation.

Good thing I’m already in the shower cooling down.

Shit, just thinking about her does this to me.

I dress in khakis and a nice shirt, and comb my hair. If I expect her to look fucking sexy, I have to do the same.

I tell the limo driver take his time getting to her place.

As soon as I arrive, I knock on the front door. No answer.

I open the door and say, “Hello?” Still no answer.

I walk inside her place. “Lacey, are you ready?” I holler.

“Yes, almost.” Her sweet voice responds from down the hall.

Within a couple of minutes, she strolls toward me.

She wears a pink sleeveless dress hugging her curves. She has the most perfect curves of any woman I’ve ever seen.

“You look gorgeous.” I stand right inside the front door and look her up and down. Fucking beautiful. “I hope you didn’t mind that l let myself in. I knocked, but I don’t think you heard me.”

“You’re fine.” She gives me a smile and flips around so her back is toward me. “Would you mind zipping up the rest of my dress?”

She’s zipped it up, but not quite to the top.

I finish zipping up her dress the last five or six inches. I glance up and down her back and see her sexy ass. She couldn’t have picked a better dress.

Of course, today I plan to add a few things to her wardrobe. I like my girl to dress in the best way possible.

“Let’s go.” I turn and grab the door knob. Opening the door, I motion for her to go first.

“Well, thank you.” She gives me a grin.

I return the grin and close the door behind me.

In the limo, I eagerly tell her, “I want to take you to this shop that I’m sure you’ll love, the one I mentioned on the phone. They have clothes I’m almost positive you’ll like.”

“I don’t usually shop at fancy places.” Lacey looks at me, and I can tell she means what she says.

“Well, today, I’m treating you like the queen you are. I know the gal who manages the shop, and she’s expecting us.” I grab her hand, and she squeezes mine back.

When we arrive at our destination, I escort Lacey into the store.

“May I help you find something?” a young woman with long flowing dark hair says.

“Is the manager here?” I ask.

“I’m afraid she had an emergency and had to leave early today.” This woman stares at me. I’m sure she’s wondering who, in the hell, I am.

“Well, shit.” As soon as the words come out of my mouth, I know I’ve said the wrong thing. “Uh, I’m wanting to buy this pretty lady some new clothes. Could you help her?”

“Give me a minute to gather a few items.” The woman moves around the store as we head toward the fitting room area.

We sit down on the couch outside the fitting rooms and wait until the woman brings the clothes for Lacey to try on.

Within five minutes, the woman hangs several dresses of various colors and prints in a fitting room. “There you go. I need to help another customer right now, but I’ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.”

She turns and heads back to the front of the stores, leaving the two of us alone.

“What are you waiting for?” With a slight smile on my face, I glance over at Lacey.

“Nothing.” She moves toward the tiny changing room and shuts the door.

Shit, how I’d love to be in there with her watching her dressing and undressing.

She comes out wearing a red strapless dress that barely covers her ass. Now, that’s what I want to see on her.

“You look fucking hot in that.” My cock dances in my pants again.

“I love it.”

She stands in the three-way mirror beside the entrance into the fitting room area. She turns one direction and then another, admiring herself in the dress.

“Go try on something else.”

She disappears once again. I hear her moving around.

Lacey returns wearing a cape-sleeved black dress, a bit low cut in the front. It clings to her ass much the same way the red one did, only it’s a little longer in the back and covers her ass a little more.

“I love this one, too.” She’s still turning around looking at herself in the mirror.

I see how much she’s enjoying this. Now I know what she said about not shopping in fancy places is true.

“What else did that gal give you to try on?” I ask.

Once again, Lacey disappears for a couple of minutes.

“How about this one?” she asks, coming from the fitting room.

It’s a metallic silver-colored dress. It doesn’t cling to her sexy body like the first two did, but she still looks fucking hot in it.

I’m not sure what to say. “What do you think?”

“I like it.” But I can tell she’s not a fan of it.

The next dress has a bold flower print. It reminds me of a dress a woman would wear to a luau.

Lacey and I agree that we don’t like it.

The woman returned to the fitting room area. “I apologize for not getting back here sooner. How are things going here?”

Lacey stands in the mirror, looking at one of the last dresses she had to try on. “Great.”

“I think she’s found several she likes.” I remain on the couch, keeping my eye on Lacey.

The more dresses Lacey tries on, the more I enjoy just watching her facial expressions. Shit, she is so fucking hot. My cock even agrees with me.

Every time Lacey twirls around in the mirror, turning this way and that, looking at herself in each dress, the more I want to fuck her. As much as I would like to do it right then and there, I won’t.

Not yet anyway.

The woman glances from Lacey to me.

Feeling uneasy, the woman says, “If you need anything, I’ll be up front.” She leaves us alone once again.

“How many more dresses do you have to try on?” I ask Lacey as soon as the woman is halfway to the front.

Lacey stops moving. “One more.”

As she changes into the last dress, my thoughts wander to the slimebag CEO.

I have to figure out a way to fuck over that asshole. He needs a taste of what he has done. Somehow, some way, I will figure out something that will cost him money.

People don’t like it when you fuck with their money.

My thoughts stop.

Lacey comes out of the fitting room wearing a white dress. It’s fucking perfect. My cock hardens.

This dress is the one she has to have. Not that I won’t buy her some of the others, but she can’t walk out of this store without it.

“Lacey, I fucking love you in this dress.”

I stand up and move closer to her twirling around in the mirror. I look around to see if anyone is watching us.

No one is.

I kiss her on the lips, take her hand, and twirl her around. Shit, she looks beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off her.

“I’m not sure I like it.” She’s staring at herself in the mirror.

“Oh, I do. You’ll spin heads when you wear this.” I’m not kidding.

She isn’t convinced, but I am.

“Go change back into your pink dress.”

I look around for the woman. She sees me looking at her, and I motion for her to come.

Meanwhile, Lacey heads back to the fitting room and changes back into her own dress.

“Have you decided?” the woman asks.

“I want the pretty lady to have the red, the black, and most of all, the white one.”

Lacey returns to where I’m standing.

The woman grabs the three dresses I’ve mentioned and heads to the front. We follow her. “Will that be cash or credit?” she asks, scanning each dress.

“Credit.” I’ve already pulled my billfold out of my back pocket and plucked out my credit card.

A couple of minutes later, I have her bag of new dresses in one hand and Lacey’s hand in the other.

She gives me the biggest smile, and I give her a kiss on her lips.