A Little Bit Married

A Price

"Sir?"

He looked up towards the attendant that walked in, who looked absolutely wary for the fact that over ten of her colleagues had just been fired.

"Here is your card. I will pack these up for you."

Gray nodded. "She hasn't decided on a shoe."

His eyes met mine, and I turned to the numerous boxes of shoes. My eyes roamed the boxes, but it all ended in a deadlock. Each time I think I have found the perfect one, it ends up being overshadowed by another.

"Do you want help?" Said Gray from behind me, and I turned, then slowly nodded.

"I am not so versed in these things."

"Well, then..." He started, his voice dangerously low and caressing the nape of my neck. "You are in luck cause I am well versed in the sort of shoes that would be lucky enough for my wife's feet."

"Flattery?" I asked, turning to him.

"Facts," he replied, a smile curling his lips as he reached to run a finger along the edges of my hair. "But my services are not without a price."

I nodded, fitting into his vibe. "What could I possibly offer a man who has everything?"

"Your first dance," he said, his voice deepening as his eyes darkened, his fingers gently running along my chin as he kept my face in a convenient angle. "And the very last."