Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
"Where we going?" I ask as I get in.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out. But trust me, it's gonna be fun. What girl doesn't like her shopping?" He shuts the door and it's just us, enclosed behind the tinted black windows.
"I like shopping, I guess. But mostly I do it out of necessity. Something tells me, Cameron, that you and I have very different tastes. I don't think I can afford what it is you want me to buy."
He laughs and strokes my thigh, "Don't worry a thing about that, baby. I've got this covered."
Money is not the only issue. I'm worried about what Cameron wants me to do.
He said he wants me to model for him. What does that mean? I can't be his dressed-up doll in the store; people will look at us.
The driver brings us to a part of town that's casually known as The Diamond District. It has high-end jewelry stores and other high-end stores like Gucci. By the looks of Cameron’s suit, he does a lot of shopping here—or at least his personal assistant does.
We get out of the car, and I see that this part of town looks straight out of a fairy tale. There are white lights draped across all the tree-lined streets. It's a romantic spot, and if we were just going for a stroll or something,
I'd feel a lot more comfortable.
He steers me into a nearby store. It's Chanel.
"We're looking for a little something special for my date here," he says to the salesperson.
The man looks me up and down as if he is taking in my measurements by sight alone.
"Ooh, honey, you have a rockin’ body, and I think we can definitely find something that'll work. Do you want to see her in darker colors or something more light?" he asks Cameron.
I feel like I'm not in the room, or that I'm an object for display only. I've never had a man shop for me before. But by the look of the salesperson, I'm gonna be in very good hands.
Between him and Cameron, I will come out of here looking like a Chanel ad. This I can already tell.
"Why don't we start with the blacks and the neutrals and go from there," Cameron says.
They both pick a couple things from the racks, and I don't even pay attention to what's happening. I'm just looking around the store at all the expensive items and thinking how I really cannot afford to be in here.
I check a tag. $4000 for a purse? That's like two months worth of rent for me.
I would never spend this much on clothes. But Cameron seems intent on this, and I'm not one to argue. Hopefully, he'll just dress me up for a little while, and then we can leave. Though by the looks of it, I'll be lucky if I get out of here with just a bag.
The salesman takes the items out of Cameron's hands and says he'll put them in a private dressing room. Then he reappears with two glasses of champagne.
"What, are we here to celebrate?" I say, never having had champagne in the store before.
"Certainly," Cameron says. "We're here to celebrate you."
He leads me gently by the small of my back to the waiting room. The salesperson was right—it really is private.
Cameron takes a seat on a sumptuous couch that's set in front of a very tall mirror. I go into the room and see the many things that have been picked out for me.
I don't even know where to begin, so I end up choosing randomly.
I start with what looks to be a simple skirt. I pull it on and it fits like a glove; the salesperson was right about my measurements. But then I notice something that makes me extremely uncomfortable: there's a thigh-high slit that practically exposes my undergarments.
I frantically look for a shirt to pull on but they're all teeny tiny and show lots of cleavage. These are the options he's given me. I leave my bra on and pull on one of the tops, even though it plunges far down past my bra line.
I walk out nervously and Cameron's expression tells me everything I need to know.
He has a look of hunger and lust on his face.
Nodding approvingly, he says, “You look gorgeous. The only thing that's wrong with that outfit is the fact that your bra is still on. Go into the dressing room and remove it, and then come back out."
I do as he says but without my bra, I feel very exposed. My nipples are erect, as they always are when I'm around these men.
I suck in a deep breath and then I reemerge in the outfit. Now his eyes are set on me darkly. He definitely likes what he sees.