«Oh yes, just like that... now let's fasten this button, tighten the belt... et voilà! You look absolutely stunning!» the boutique sales assistant, Katerina, chirps.
She's a woman in her thirties who looks like she just stepped out of a fashion magazine. She's exactly the kind of gorgeous face you'd expect in one of the most exclusive boutiques in Manhattan.
Honestly, she's way too enthusiastic… Especially considering how she used all those excuses to touch me—tightening here, adjusting there.
That sly little thing definitely took her sweet time getting her hands on me.
You have no idea how hard I had to fight to keep the beast under control.
It would've been insanely embarrassing if a certain bulge decided to make an appearance through these thin velvet trousers.
Not that Katerina would've minded—if we were alone, I might've even pushed things further and we'd be screwing in the fitting room by now.
The problem is Brianne.
