Zayn's Maid

Chapter 15

He dragged me towards a shop that I had heard rumours about, making me feel nervous. Anne Summers must have been a very sexy woman.

"Um..."

"I'll wait outside," he said, leaving against the glass window and smirking at me.

I peered inside and gasped at the theatrical underwear and "sex costumes." He pushed me in, the staff and few shoppers staring at me. I sucked in a breath and plucked up the courage to look around, there must be something here that's not too sexual?

I bypassed the skimpy nurse and sexy policewoman costumes, averting my fascinated gaze. There was one or two that caught my eye that weren't totally slutty, yet would be quite flattering in the bedroom. It felt odd picking out underwear to impress someone I didn't even have a relationship with.

A woman wearing a tight black skirt approached me, her cleavage bulging through her low cut shirt distracting me.

"Can I help you?" she said sweetly, looking over my shoulder at the bra I had selected," hmm, what about...this?"

She held up a bright pink thong that was probably thinner than the nail on my pinky.

"Um...it's not really my thing," I said, laughing nervously.

"Is it the bigger panties your looking for?" she asked.

I nodded and bit my lip, admiring a black silk push-up bra embroidered with a red flower detail. She looked at it and smiled, passing it to me.

"Aaah I see, your wanting to impress someone."

"I guess you could say that," I admitted, sighing frustratedly.

It was funny how she had managed to guess my bra size, but she must be an expert on these things.

"Right you need to get the matching pants," she said, pottering around and throwing them at me.

She started picking out similar styles, offering them to me. I ended up between my original selection and a white version, only it had pink embroidering instead.

"I think these are more my colours," I said, keeping the black and red and hanging the other back on it's hanger.

She nodded and opened the changing room door for me. I yanked the safety of my clothes back off and clipped the bra in place, staring at myself in the mirror. It didn't even look like the same person looking back at me.

The bra accentuated my bust, making my cleavage look more attractive. For the knickers...well they weren't quite as small as the pink monstrosities the woman had originally showed me. But they made me feel like the class nerd who had been hung from a tree branch by their panties. I guessed Zayn would like them which didn't surprise me.

I peeled them off and pulled my own boring white stuff back on, feeling more comfortable but remarkably less sexy.

The woman grinned at me as I appeared at the counter, chucking the set onto the worktop along with the money.

"Yay," she said cheerfully, folding them neatly and placing them in a bag with Anne Summers sprawled all over it.

Great. Now everyone will know where I've been shopping today.

I thanked the woman anyway and met Zayn at the front door again, his face pissing me off.

"I fucking hate you."