“This looks a little too revealing.” I complained, drawing down the hem of the skirt. He took a long look at me, the type that sent jolts down my spine, his eyes scanning from my head to my toes that made me really bothered.
But I loved it, somewhere, deep down in my carnal desires I knew so well. I loved the obsessed look in his eyes, even when I had told him to make things clean, clear, and shoved in the past between us. Even when I had lied about his obsessiveness and controlling attitudes being a pain in my ass as much as I had lied about each bit, I loved the look in his eyes, the lustful glances he passed at me.
“We'll take this one.'' He ordered the staff who had been helping me change clothes all along, his eyes still fixed on mine as he spoke.
“Okay, should we bag it up?.” the
