“Why?” I frowned. “If we both like this one.”
“Do not argue with me.” He turned away as the saleswoman approached us. I wondered what she was thinking. She’d been giving me jealous stares since Xavier and I had arrived at the store. I knew she was in disbelief that I was the fiancée. I was the one that had ‘stolen’ the playboy Prince’s heart. I knew she didn’t understand what he saw in me. I could see it in the narrowing of her eyes as I’d walked into the store. She was thinking to herself, what does this girl have that I don’t? How did she catch the heart of the Prince? She didn’t know that the engagement was a sham. Frankly, I wouldn’t have put up with the sham if it wasn’t for the very real chemistry that we had between the sheets. I wanted to experience the intensity of the highs he gave me some more. I wanted to ride the rollercoaster ride he wanted to take me on, only I was scared to admit it. How did you admit to yourself that you wanted a sexual relationship with a man you knew would never be able to commit to you? And how did you have a sexual relationship with a man that you knew in your heart and soul you wanted more from? I’d already made that mistake once. I’d given myself to my college boyfriend, fully thinking he was going to be the one. I’d only ever imagined myself with one man. I’d never been the sort of girl that needed to sow her wild oats. I’d never been the sort of girl that needed multiple men to tell me I was attractive. I’d never been the sort of girl that needed to see what it felt like being with other men. Part of me was glad that it hadn’t worked out with any of my college boyfriends. If it had, I never would have gotten to experience the magnetic attraction and explosions that came with Xavier. Xavier was a man that knew what he was doing. He was a master of pleasure. He was my master of pleasure. I knew that I wanted to experience everything that he was willing to show me. I knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Only I didn’t know how to admit it to him or myself out loud.
“Are you okay, Lola?” He touched my shoulder lightly. “You’ve been thinking about something for a long time.”
“Oh, yeah.” I turned around. “Let me try on the other dress.” I hurried into the dressing room again and pulled off the velvet dress. I took the black dress off of the hanger and pulled it on. It fit perfectly and clung to my body. I patted down the skirt and then looked in the mirror. “Oh hell no.” I muttered as I stared at my clearly visible br**sts. There was no way in hell that I was going to wear this dress anywhere.
“I’m waiting to see it.” Xavier’s voice boomed from outside the door.
“I’m not coming out.” I muttered, picturing the sales girls face if she saw me in the dress.
“Lola.”
“I said no. There’s no way I’m coming out of the changing room in this dress,”
“Let me come in then.”
“I don’t know.”
“Lola.” He banged on the door. “Let me come in.”
“Hold on.” I sighed and opened the door slowly. Xavier walked in immediately and closed the door behind him.
“Look at me.” He ordered me and I turned around to face him. His eyes fell to my br**sts immediately and he grinned. “Sexy.” He pushed me back up against the wall and pushed himself into me as his fingers ran to cup my br**sts.
“What are you doing?” I groaned as he pinched my nipple.
“What do you think I’m doing?” He pulled me up against the wall and lifted the skirt of the dress up.
“Xavier.” I gasped as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” He grinned and pulled my panties down. “We can do whatever we want.”
“The sales girl is waiting on us.”
“Who cares?”
“Xavier.” I pushed him away. “No.”
“You say that word entirely too much.”
“I say it because you deserve to hear it.”
“I’d rather hear yes.”
“I’d rather say yes, but that doesn’t mean anything. If you don’t give me a reason to say yes, I won’t.”
“I give you a million reasons to say yes.” He groaned and stepped back as my feet found the ground. “Get dressed. I’m going to take you to a museum.”
“What about my dress for that party?”
“I’ll have twenty dresses shipped over for you in your size. You can choose your favorite when we get in.”
“That’s too much money. You can’t do that!”
“I’m a Prince. I can do what I want.”
“Whatever.” I shook my head. “I’m going to change back into my own clothes now, if that’s okay with you?”
“I’d rather you change back into nothing, but you’re not really listening to what I say, are you?”
“Xavier, I don’t know what power you have over other women, but you really don’t have that power over me.” I laughed at the annoyed look on his face. “I’m not just going to drop my panties when you say so.”
“Pity.”
“Yeah, it’s a pity for you. I’m not impressed by your Prince status. I know what an ass**le you really are.”
“You hurt my feelings, Lola.” He clutched his heart. “How shall I ever survive?”
“Funny.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Was that not a joke?” He grinned and then winked at me. “You seem to be full of jokes.”
“Get out please.” I pushed him towards the door. “I want to change now and no, I don’t want you in the room.”
“Fine. I shall go out and pout while I wait for you, like a temperamental little girl.”
“Are you calling yourself a girl? Is there something you want to tell me?” I smiled widely at him. “First you were talking about wearing dresses and now you’re using little girl expressions. Are you trying to tell me you’re about to make a change?”
“A change?” He frowned at me and then I saw as his eyes changed and he got my joke. “I should take you over my knee and spank you.”
“No thanks. You’d like that too much.” I laughed.
“I think it is you that will like it too much.” He grinned. “And the day is young, there is still plenty of time tonight for you to find out how much you like being spanked.”