“How did you give me a second look then?” I smirk.


    “I  didn’t,  it  was  that  damn  Irish  ent  that  hooked  me  like  a  fish.”  She  continues  looking


    through the racks.


    “Hook, line and sinker,” I whisper under my breath.


    She ps me hard on the behind and thedy behind the counter frowns.


    “Behave,” I whisper as my eyes nce at the shop assistant.


    “No,” she snaps.


    She pulls out a white dress and holds it up to her body. “I like this one.”


    I hand her the ck and the red one. “Try them all on.”


    She smiles, kisses me softly, and then disappears into the changing room


    I take a seat on therge, ck, velvet wingback chair and wait.


    And wait.


    And wait.


    “What are you doing in there?” I ask.


    “Nothing. I don’t like the red or the ck.”


    I frown. “I didn’t get to see them on. Show me.”


    “Nope.”


    I shake my head in frustration.


    I wait for another five minutes. Oh, this is ridiculous. How long can it take to put a dress on?


    “Oh shit, star, this dress is really expensive,” she whispers as she hesitates for a moment.


    “Don’t worry, we will go to a cheaper shop,” she calls from the changing room.


    “Stop it!” I snap. “Get it on and get out here.”


    “Twinkle, it’s a lot.”


    “It’s only money.” I sigh. Why would she even look at the price tag?


    Sheughs out loud from behind the curtain and it’s a sound that prates through my bones.


    She  pulls  the  dressing  room  curtain  back  and  beams  happily  at  me  as  she  brushes  her  hands


    nervously on her behind.


    She likes this dress.


    I love this dress.


    Emotion fills me. She is without a doubt the most beautiful woman I think I have ever seen.


    “You like?” she breathes nervously as she looks down at herself.


    It’s all I can do not to take her in my arms and kiss her madly. “I love.”


    In the end I do kiss her gently, restraining myself from showing her my carnal appreciation.


    She giggles against my lips. “As much as I love you in lingerie?”


    I ugh  out  loud.  This  woman,  this  breath  of  fresh  air  that  has e  into  my  life  and  spun  it


    pletely on its head, loves the idea of me in women’s underwear.


    I smile as I pay the cashier for her dress. The funny thing is, if she genuinely asked me to wear


    lingerie…


    I probably would.


    For at this moment, there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for her.Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    I ampletely and utterly smitten.


    Emerson


    “Ouch! You’re burning my hair,” I cry as I try to pull away from my Dr. Evil hairdresser, Brielle.


    “Shut up.” She pulls my hair as she puts it into the hot roller. “It has to be tight if you want the curls to


    stay in.”


    We are in the main bathroom of star’s house and it’s early Friday evening, before the g ball.


    Brielle is doing my hair, although at this stage I really wish she wasn’t. I should have listened to Twinkle


    and booked in at the hairdressers for some pain free styling.


    “I want some hair left at the end of this night, you know?” I frown as she pulls my hair again and I


    wince in pain. I put my hands up to my scalp. “You’re fucking pulling it out,” I half yell.


    “Shut the fuck up!” she snaps as she holds theb between her teeth in concentration. “You are the


    worst client ever.”


    “Yeah, well, trust me, making people bald is not something to be proud of.”


    She rips my hair again and I wince.


    star puts his head around the corner. “Everything okay in here?” he asks as he looks between the


    two of us, unsure of what we are doing.


    “Yes, she’s being a wimp. No pain, no gain,” Brielle mutters with theb still between her teeth.


    I  smile  and  hold  out  my  hand  for  him.  He  bends  and  kisses  me  on  the  cheek.  Embarrassment


    temporarily fills me. He is used to seeing beautiful women getting their hair done while drinking green


    blended juices and acting morous. Here I am, too tight to go the hairdresser, perched on the toilet with


    the lid down, drinking wine with my best friend who is literally scalping me while we swear and curse at


    each other. I am the opposite of morous. I am the anti-mour.


    My  eyes  drop  down  star’s  body.  He  is  wearing  ck  pants  and  a  crisp  white  shirt  which  is


    finished off with a ck bow tie. His wavy dark hair is sitting in the best messy style on the, and


    his big, beautiful lips are primed for kissing.


    He stands leaning on the doorframe watching Brielle at work.


    I am in a robe, my make up is done, and I will slip into my dress as soon as Dr. Evil finishes my hair.


    He feels me watching him and he raises a brow.


    “You look hot.” I smile as my eyes drop down his body.