Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
After everything that happened with Grayson, I moved states and was hired to work in an appointment only, upscale bridal boutique, where we also sell stunning one-of-a-kind evening dresses.
The lady looks through a rack and runs her hand over one of the elegant white dresses.
I turn to see Michelle pointing to her as she mouths, “I have to go. Can you look after her?” I nod my head and stand by to assist.
Let’s be real here. This position is like apples and oranges compared to my last one—I sold sex, and now I sell dresses—they couldn’t be more different.
Which position did I like more? The sex.
But I don’t dislike this position. It’s quite simply…different.
I have my own apartment. It’s cheaper living here, so I’m still able to save and live on my own. I guess a lot of that has to do with the fact I’m not in the city, and that counts.
“Yes.” The woman pulls me from my thoughts. “I think my boyfriend is going to propose to me tonight, and I need the perfect dress, I heard talk of a ring and he’s made plans, so I need everything perfect.”
“Oh, how exciting. Are you going anywhere special?” I ask her. “Beach? restaurant?”
“Beach, I think.”
“Any color preference?”
“White,” she states, still flipping through the bridal gowns. Her phone rings, and she holds up a finger as she answers it and walks away. My eyes follow her as she sashays with a strut only people with money can pull off. She is stunning with long, model-like legs and stick-straight, sandy blonde hair ending near her lower back.
She turns back to me as she places her phone down. “Sorry, he’s outside. Can he come in?” I nod before I lead her to the racks of dresses she needs. “This area right here…” I point, “will have the perfect dress. Pick a few, and you can try them on. Give me a second to get your partner.”
She smiles politely at me as I head to the door. I unlock it, and when I pull it open, I try to shut it again straight away. But his foot slides into the gap, and he glares at me like I am the enemy.
“Avani…” he growls my name, “open the fucking door.”
No fucking way!
I try to push it closed, but he is stronger than me and merely shoves it open, nearly knocking me back on my ass as he steps in and shuts the door behind him. The way he glares at me makes me want to run far, far away. Yet, my feet are glued to the spot, not wanting to move an inch.
A soft voice floats to us, and I know it’s her.
Are they together?
What is he doing with her?
She is so perfect.
And I was so broken.
His eyes never leave me as I glance behind me—the customer isn’t near us, only calling out.
“I have to work,” I tell him.
I go to turn back to assist the customer, but his hand grips my arm, and he locks eyes with me. I can’t help it as my eyes search his.
What does he see?
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?” Grayson smirks and then drops my hand as he winks and strides past me. I take in his ass as it moves in his black jeans until he turns the corner. I hear her voice and have to remember why I’m here and that I shouldn’t run.
I need to stay put.
Managing to compose myself, I put one foot in front of the other and step over to find her arms around his neck as she smiles at something he said. He has one hand on her hip, the other hanging at his side, as she talks about their plans.
Grayson seems to sense when I enter because he steps back and looks over at me. His jaw clenches and starts grinding from side to side while his eyes take me in slowly, starting at my head and ending at my feet.
“I’m going to try them on, Grayson. You can pick which one you like best.” She swings around, her hair flinging as she does, and slips into the dressing room.
“So…” My hands grip each other and squeeze tight. “Would you care for a drink?” I ask him.
“A drink?” He nods his head. “Nice. So that’s what we’re going for.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I shake my head to give myself some credibility—the problem is I know exactly what he means.
“Did we lose some brain cells in the last year?” Grayson bites back.
“What do you think of this one?” I spin around as she walks out dressed in a white, knee-length dress. It’s sheer lace and shows a lot of skin, but she looks gorgeous in it. Her eyes lock on Grayson behind me as a smile takes over her face and lights her eyes.