“I always have work to do, but I wanted to make time to see you,” he said softly. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I thought it would be romantic of me to come down and see you during the day. Don’t you girls like romantic gestures?”
“I guess.” I bit down on my lower lip. What did that mean? Why was he trying to be romantic? Was he falling for me, after all?
“So can I see you in at least one dress?”
“Fine,” I sighed. “Hold on, I’m putting one on right now.”
“I’m waiting,” he said, his tone lighter now—happy, even. I was itching to see his face and his smile, but I wasn’t about to open the curtain while I was still in my underwear.
“Hold on,” I said as I slipped the dress over my head and sucked my breath in to pull it down. I paused as I pressed my breasts in with one hand and continued to pull the dress down. I was praying to God that the material wouldn’t rip. That would be all that I needed.
“Mila?” TJ sounded impatient.
“TJ,” I said, annoyed, as I sucked in my stomach so that the material could go down. When it got to my hips, I paused, as I wasn’t sure if I could get it all the way down. I shimmied back and forth and then stood still, pulling the material down my legs. Then I looked in the mirror and started grinning at my reflection. The dress looked amazing and, even though it was tight, it held me in in all the right places and made my body look a lot tighter and fitter than it was. I just stared at my reflection for a few seconds before a feeling of shyness overwhelmed me. What if TJ didn’t like it? What if he didn’t think I looked amazing? What if—?
“Mila, is it on yet?” TJ said, his voice lower. In response, I opened the curtain and gave him a small glare to show him that I was angry at his impatience. “Ooh,” he said as he stared at me, his eyes widening and a slow grin spreading over his face before he gave a loud whistle. “Worth the wait.” He grinned, his eyes travelling down my body and stopping at the long slit that went up the legs. “Definitely worth the wait.”
“Let me see you, Mila.” Sally hurried over and her eyes also widened as she glanced at me. “Wow, you’re hot.”
“Yes, she is,” TJ said in response as I just stood there, grinning like a fool, feeling more flattered than I’d ever felt in my life.
“Now, you just need to get some heels,” Sally said with a grin. “Some new heels to match the dress.”
“I have heels.” I shook my head at Sally. I wasn’t going to go crazy with TJ’s credit card.
“Not that match that dress,” Sally said and grabbed my hand. “Turn around,” She said as she spun me in a circle. “Wow, the back is gorgeous as well,” Sally said and she nodded at me as I faced her again. “Great pick.”
“The dress is amazing,” TJ said softly, his eyes searching mine for a few seconds as I looked at him. “Almost as amazing as you.”
“Thank you,” I said, my heart racing at his words. What did they mean? Was he really falling for me?
“I’m proud to call you my fake fiancée,” he said, his eyes moving away. “I couldn’t have picked anyone better for the role.”
“Thanks,” I said, my smile falling slightly. Was he answering my unasked question? Was he putting me in my place in case I got any other ideas?
“You look really gorgeous, Mila. Simply beautiful,” he said, looking back at me, his expression slightly bewildered. “I should go,” he said and took a step back.
“Go?” I asked, looking at him in confusion. “You just got here.” I laughed at him, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“And I see you’re in good hands.” He looked at Sally and then back at me, before taking a quick step towards me. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then just stared into my eyes for a few seconds before giving me the most beguiling smile. “I’m going to go back to work now.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling breathless as I smiled back at him. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, his eyes becoming closed off again. “Don’t eat.”
“Okay,” I said again and just nodded and watched him as he walked out of the store. Then I turned to Sally. “I’m not sure what just happened there.” I looked at her with wide, confused eyes.
“He likes you.” She smiled at me, but I could see that she looked dazed as well. “He’s a crazy, psycho stalker, but I think he might have real feelings for you.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.” She nodded and then reached over and grabbed my hand. “Though, I don’t know what that means. I don’t know if he even knows. I don’t know if he realizes. And I don’t know if he wants to be that guy.”
“What guy?” I frowned at her, not really understanding.
“The forever guy,” she said slowly. “I don’t know if he’s comfortable with his emotions.”
“What do you mean?” I said, my voice rising.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head and shrugged. “Ignore me. Let’s get you out of this dress so you can buy it, then we can go and get you some new heels.”