Fall into Me (Heart of Stone #2)(19)
Author: K.M. Scott

"Miss," one of the women said, "we can begin anytime you’d like. Do you have a preference for beginning with day or night?"

Confused, I asked, "Day or night?"

Tristan smiled back at me and answered, "Nina will begin with clothes she can wear at night. We have a few celebrations to attend over the holidays, and she’s going to need dresses."

The two women sprung into action and dashed out past me into the store. Tristan took his seat on the couch again and looked up at me, obviously satisfied by how it was all going. I remained unsure of what to do, but there was something reassuring about the fact that he was staying. While I was a master at the art of shopping as any woman in her twenties likely was, he fit right in with the ambiance of Le Ciel, while I felt like a fish out of water.

"Should I sit and wait or stand?"

"Do whatever you feel comfortable with. They’ll be back in a few minutes, but I’m always a fan of having you next to me."

I took a seat on the couch. It felt like I was sitting on a cloud, and instantly, I felt more at ease. Leaning over, I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good morning. It’s nice to see you. I would have loved to have seen you when I woke up."

"But you got my note, didn’t you?"

"I did." Lowering my voice, I whispered, "But it’s hard to have great morning sex with a note."

He slid his tongue across his lower lip and smiled. "Ah, now that’s true. I’ll have to remedy that oversight." Looking down, he ran his finger across my stomach. "How do your ribs feel?"

I couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was. "They feel great. I’m not so easily broken."

The women returned with their arms full of clothes. They appeared far more excited by the idea of my trying them on than I did, although I had to admit I could get used to this kind of treatment. They hung them on movable racks around the room and then took their places at the ends of one of the racks like fashion sentries.

"We’re ready when you are, miss."

"Okay. I need to replace a black dress. Is there a cocktail dress in there?" I asked the left sentry.

"Of course!" she answered as she picked out some similar to the one Tristan had shredded the night before. With her arm extended, she held out three gorgeous black dresses and displayed them like she was a game show model. "I think any one of these would look incredible on you, don’t you think, Mr. Stone?"

Tristan studied the three dresses for a few moments and nodded his appreciation. Turning to look at me, he leaned his head toward the saleswoman and mouthed, "You’re up."

I walked over to the woman and smiled, unsure of where I was supposed to try them on. There didn’t seem to be a dressing room in this area of the store. "Hi, what’s your name?"

"Regina, miss."

"Hi, Regina. If you can just direct me to somewhere I can change, that would be great."

"Of course. Follow me."

As I walked away, Tristan said, "I’ll be out here waiting to see you in them. When Felicia returns with your breakfast, I’ll be sure to have her bring it back."

I tried on each dress and modeled them for Tristan, who loved them all. I honestly couldn’t choose which one I liked most and told him that when he asked, figuring he’d choose one and make it easy, so he instructed the saleswoman that we’d take all of them. When I protested, he merely pointed at the pastries Felicia had brought back and told me to eat something.

Arguing would have been pointless, so I enjoyed a cheese Danish and thanked Felicia, who seemed surprised by my politeness.

"Next, I thought we’d try something a little different," Regina said in a happy voice. "Mr. Stone mentioned that you’re looking for some lingerie."

I looked over at Tristan, who grinned like a cat who’d just eaten a bird. "Really?"

"I think you’ll like what I’ve picked out. I hung them in the dressing room for you," she continued.

"Okay. Lingerie it is," I said as I flashed a smile at Tristan. "But I’m not coming out here to model these."

The dressing room was a well-lit, large room that reminded me of a movie star’s closet I once saw on one of those shows about famous people’s homes. There were built-in racks along three walls and a large built-in dresser on the wall next to the door. In the corner of the room stood a tri-fold mirror so customers could see how great they looked in any Le Ciel outfit from every possible angle. Positioned in the middle of the room was a large, red padded ottoman directly in front of the mirrors presumably to allow a person to relax in their new outfit while still checking themselves out.

The lingerie Regina had picked out was sexier than anything I’d ever slept in, and as I held the first one up in front of me, I couldn’t help but admit that it was nicer than the shorts and T-shirt I usually wore to bed. I slipped out of my jersey dress and slid the white silk lingerie over my head. It shimmied down my body until the hem just touched the floor, and when I looked at how it hung on me, I silently wondered if those high-heel slippers with feathers on top and a long cigarette holder were requirements to wear it.

It fit, so it went on the rack closest to the door and I turned back to grab a much shorter and lacy babydoll set. This one was black and definitely sexier than my usual bedtime attire. I took off my bra and slipped into the babydoll, leaving my panties on instead of trying on the bottoms of the lingerie. Stepping in front of the mirrors, I checked myself out and had to admit I looked good. The babydoll pushed my breasts up until I had some very sexy cleavage and the silk fabric draped nicely down to the top of my thighs.

I heard the door open and was surprised to see Tristan walk in. Closing the door behind him, he slid out of his suit coat, hung it on a satin covered hanger, and walked over behind me. He cupped my shoulders and dipped his head to kiss my neck as he whispered, "You look gorgeous. Do you like it?"

Blushing, I nodded and stared at the erotic scene in the mirror. I looked ten times sexier with him standing behind me nuzzling just below my ear. "I do. It’s very nice."

"I don’t think you remember, but you’ve been here before. The day after we were first together, you came here to shop and I called you while you sat in this very dressing room."

His voice was laced with sensuality, and every word made my body come alive. "What did you say?"

Looking up from my neck, he stared at me in the mirror with eyes full of desire. "I’d rather show you."

I didn’t answer as he led me to the overstuffed ottoman and dipped his head to place a full kiss on my lips. Releasing my hand, he gently pressed on my shoulders to lower me to the seat, smiling seductively at me as I looked up at him.