"Try on another."
Killian found a boutique on Madison Street that featured clothing for tall women. I knew they existed, but the designer labels were completely out of my price range. I'd tried on six dresses and each one fit better than anything I'd ever worn. I'd never pictured Killian as a shopper, but the man had taste. His whispered words of praise made me blush.
"I like this one." His fingers went to the side slit and grazed my thigh.
I slapped his hand away and he laughed. The clerk winked and I walked back into the dressing room to continue my one-person modeling gig.
I literally put my foot down when he tried to get me into five-inch heels.
"I'll break my neck. There's no way I'm walking in those."
"What about these?"
They were three-inches. Never with another man would I
