I turned in my seat, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Where are we going?”
“To the shops,” he muttered, parking in front of a strip of boutique stores. The front of the boutique was painted in a rich matte taupe, the elegant scrawl of the store’s name printed in gold on the sign hanging on top of the door. The bright red door was flanked by two decorative neatly trimmed, potted plants and rose-gold chandeliers hung from ceiling as I peered inside. I had passed these stores when I had explored the town but the clothing inside had looked far too expensive.
Kane jumped out of the truck and rounded the side, opening my door. Helping me out, he led me inside. There were some beautiful dresses displayed on the mannequins on the window. The shop owner greeted us as Kane began perusing through the racks.
“Why are we here?” I whispered up at him, glancing at all the expensive silk blouses and lace dresses hanging delicately on the rack. Did he need something for Chloe? Her birthday wasn’t until a few months though.
“We’re going to find you some clothes,” Kane said firmly, picking out endless clothes and handing them to the shopkeeper to put in the dressing room.
I stopped in my tracks and stared up at him, “WHAT?” I screeched.
I hobbled over to him quickly, trying to keep up with him. I glared up at him, “Kane. I have clothes.”
I couldn’t believe him. This was more than infuriating — I was downright pissed.
“Clothes that you love. Every girl deserves to have a wardrobe they are proud of,” Kane said firmly, pulling out pairs of jeans.
“Kane, I don’t need you to buy clothes for me,” I gritted out. I was fuming. How embarrassing that he pitied me that much that he was buying me clothes? Crossing my arms across my chest, I glared daggers at him.
He stopped looking through the racks and turned to me. Walking until he was inches away from me, he leaned down to my ear, his stubble grazing my cheek. I sucked in a breath as my hard nipples brushed against his chest.
Don’t fold, Lira. Don’t fold. Hold on to your dignity. This was the kind of shit Germaine Greer had been fighting against.
Of course Ms. Greer didn’t have 6’’3’ of pure male goodness trying to seduce her.
“Please baby … let me do this,” he whispered in my ear, his rough hand reaching up to cup my jaw.
I glared up at him, ignoring the way my body silently bent towards him.
“If I want clothes, I can buy them myself,” I snapped. This was ridiculous.
“Okay,” he dragged out slowly, frowning, “Let’s look at this logically … since that’s the only way I can get through to you.”
I flashed him a look.
“Answer this, do you want more clothes?” he asked.
“It’s not about if I want —” I started.
“Just the answer the question, Lira.”
I stared up at him, in disdain. “Yes … but that’s beside the point.”
“Does having new clothes make you happy?”
“You know, punching your arrogant face in would make me fucking ecstatic,” I shot back.
He smirked but pressed on. He seriously had a death wish.
“How about a compromise?” Kane proposed, “Ten new pieces of clothes and I pay.”
“Three pieces and I pay.”
“Eight pieces and I pay.” Kane threw back.
I shook my head vehemently, “Three pieces and I pay.”
He frowned at me, “I’m not sure you understand the semantics of negotiation.”
I shrugged, “I’m a science nerd. Negotiation was never taught to us.”
He threw his hands up in defeat, “Fine. You win.”
I grinned triumphantly. Kane shook his head at me and lead me into the change room. I sat on the bench behind the curtain as Kane and the shopkeeper brought piles and piles of clothes into the back for me to try on. I reached for the lace cami that was peaking out from under the pile of clothes. I pulled it free and held it against my body, trying to picture myself in it.
“Lira, look what I found,” Kane grinned, thrusting the curtains open and holding out a women’s leather jacket. I smiled — it looked nearly identical to his except this one was cut in a more feminine way and tapered near the waist giving it an hourglass shape.
“We’re definitely buying this for when we go for rides on the Harley,” he murmured.
Just thinking about wrapping my arms around Kane’s muscular waist, my breasts pressed against his back as he drove us through town, I was getting giddy. Thrusting the curtain closed, I went back to trying on the clothes he had brought in. It was endless amounts of jeans, tops, fancy blouses, dresses and skirts. And I loved every single piece. They were all gorgeous, beautifully designed and really suited my body. It was difficult to constantly change clothes but the drugs the Doc had given me were really helping me cope with the pain.
Kane insisted I show him every piece that I tried on as he leaned against the wall outside the change room, ignoring the little plush seat sitting in the corner that was meant for him.
After nearly an hour of trying on clothes, I was exhausted. Kane took all the clothes out of my change room and dumped it on the chair, helping the lady put them all back on their hangers.
“While you’re getting dressed, you can choose which ones you want to buy,” Kane called from outside.
I bit my lip as I changed back into my flowy top and cream skirt. I loved all of them but my savings account could not handle buying all those clothes. I’d pick three of the cheapest ones out of the pile and buy those, I decided, slipping my feet into my sandals. This was an expensive boutique, most of these items were hand-made the shop keeper had said. They were one-of-a-kind.
I pulled back the curtain, expecting to sort through the pile of clothes until I found the three cheapest pieces.
Instead, Kane wasn’t there. Nor were all the clothes. I looked around the shop. He was gone. Peering out the window, I found him loading bags into the back of his truck.
The shopkeeper smiled at me, as she fixed up some clothes on the rack, “Darling boy you have there sweetheart.”
I walked outside.
“You tricked me!” I yelled, folding my arms against my chest, angrily.
“Technically no, because we didn’t shake on the deal,” Kane replied.
I gaped at him, was he fucking serious?
“Look, baby, I’m sorry I played dirty,” he murmured reaching out to stroke my arms, “But I like spending money on you.”
I glared at him, softening slightly. He was unbelievable. “Why did you have to buy all those clothes? You said only eight,” I accused.
“I got a little carried away,” Kane grinned boyishly.
I rolled my eyes, exasperatedly.
“Don’t worry, baby. It was nothing. I can afford it, Lira,” he shrugged nonchalantly, opening the truck door and lifting me up to the seat. I snapped at his hands as he tried to pull the seatbelt over me.
He frowned before going over to his side and driving back home. I glanced at the little bag that sat directly behind me. Picking it up, I blushed as I pulled out two black lace and two red, silk panties I had been eyeing in the shop.
Kane grinned at them, “You couldn’t take your eyes off them.”
Pushing them quickly back into the bag, my face burning in embarrassment I glanced up at him.
He was sweet. He sat there all big, smirking and brooding, his worn leather jacket and laced combat boots painting an imposing picture but he was a sweetheart underneath all that.