"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"Just... taking in the view."
Green eyes slowly slide down my figure, taking their leisure time to observe every inch of me.
A stare so intense, so intimate that suddenly I feel my confidence condense in the form of sweat beads, gathering in between my rising and dropping breasts.
He notices it as well and my breaths become even more erratic. Before I could muster a response, the friendly employee arrives just in time, rescuing me from Dakota's penetrative gaze.
"Lovely. Seems like the dress fits you perfectly." She smiles warmly, before clenching the dress around my waist, "Just need a minor alteration from here and here."
I gasp as she tightens the velvet, causing the fabric cling to me, accentuating my curvy breasts and narrow waist.
Green eyes draw on the area she is adjusting and my cheeks flush with shyness as his intense eyes scan my figure, leaving me feeling both exposed and self-conscious.
Dakota nods his head, as if agreeing to the alteration, before pin-pointing, "The dress appears longer, doesn't it?"
She nods, assessing the length. "Yes, it is. But once she puts on her heels, the dress will fall to her perfect height."
She then directs her attention back to me, asking, "Are you comfortable with five inches, or do you prefer four or three inches?"
Her words catch me off guard, and my dirty mind play her words in a completely different context, telling me how I have easily taken more than six inches.
Heels! She is talking about heels!
"Um, yeah. Five inches will be fine." My face heats up, turning a deep shade of red with all the sexual innuendos.
After discussing about the dress, accessories and heels, I decide to change back into my original attire and when I step out of the trail room, I find Dakota has also changed back into his previous outfit and talking to the bald man, presumably the owner.
Their conversation seems to follow fluently, deepening my curiosity, wondering how long they know each other.
"Add it to the account." Dakota smirks at the man before holding the glass door open, ushering me to exit first.
I wanted to ask how much does the dress cost but I know I can't even afford the first two digits on the price tag, so I swallow my question and let him walk me to the car.
Once again, he exhibits a behavior of gentleman by opening the car door for me, before taking his place behind the wheel.
"So, what do you want to do now?" He asks me before playing another song.
Can I ask him to drop me to my sweet home?
"There is this amusement center near 7th Avenue." Dakota suggests, looking up at me. "Do you want to take a look at it?"
