The dressing room

Chapter Twelve

Harley

"Come on.''

He gets back to the café and my heart relaxes. I have been anxious. It has been an hour. I thought he had bailed on me and now, seeing his beautiful face in my corner makes it all better.

"I thought you ditched.''

He laughs.

God, his laugh is everything.

I want him happy all the time.

I am so obsessed with this man and I don't even know his name.

We walk out of the café even though Matteo is glaring at me. He hates this so much, even though he has agreed to back off for a while. I walk out and I see a car parked at the side of the road. It is a silver Aston Martin. I don't really know much about cars but I know that it is expensive.

He doesn't look rich.

He is dressed in a pair of black slacks and a plain black t-shirt and black shoes. His coat is off, which means it must be inside the car.

"Can you tell me your name now?'' I ask him.

He turns to me. he is still holding my hand. He doesn't need to anymore but I am sure he doesn't want to let go, just as much as I don't want him to.

"Is that important. The mystery makes this more enticing. Don't you think so?''

I shake my head.

"You know mine.''

He shrugs "I didn't ask for it."

I smile because just by looking at me, it feels like he already knows everything about me. I am not a mystery to this man but he is to me. I shouldn't like the double standards but somehow, I just feel grateful that he is here with me.

I am just happy that out of all the people in the world, he wants me. there is nothing special about me. I am mediocre at best and this sexy beast wants me.

"What do I call you?''

He stops walking but we are already next to his car. He smiles "Anything you want to. that is the fun of this.''

I sigh.

"You have been Dean in my head all this while. Do I stick to that?'' I ask jokingly.

"I am definitely not Dean.''

"You're so complicated.''

He laughs "You have no idea.''

He opens the car door for me and I enter. The car smells like him. earthy and clean. Even with my eyes closed, I would know his scent.

Once he enters the car, I watch him as he turns the radio on. Strawberry Fields Forever by the Beatles starts to play and I smile. this is my favorite song.

He smiles as he starts the car.

"How do you feel about spending the night with me?''

I turn to him, my eyes wide.

"I can't spend the night.''

"Why not.''

I don't want him to look at me like a child. I don't want him to know that my mother will literally ground me if she finds out about this.

"I don't have any clothes.''

He smiles.

"We can stop by the mall before we leave. get you a couple of things. Does that sound okay?''

"I can't ask you to do that.''

"I want to,'' he turns to me, taking his eyes off the road. I take a deep breath because this is all too inviting. I want it all but I am also scared. He is a stranger; I don't know anything about him and I am alone in his car.

"You're doing that thing with your face.''

I shoot my eyes up and he is watching me "What thing?''

"The thing with your forehead, you are panicking."

I don't know what he is talking about until he reaches for my face and rubs at the crinkles on my forehead.

"I don't know you. What if you are about to kidnap me?''

He laughs in disbelief.

"I won't hurt you."

I roll my eyes "Those are just words. am I supposed to trust you?''

He shakes his head "Don't trust me but listen to my words. nothing is going to happen to you on this trip…well except for what we planned.''

His eyes go dark and my cheeks redden at his words. he doesn't say anything again and he must take my silence as acceptance because he focuses on the road and I listen to the song as it plays.

After a couple of minutes, he parks his car in the parking lot of the mall. Like I said before the La Vida mall is the only mall in town. Our town is very small. We have two diners, a cinema, two fancy restaurants, two supermarkets, three convenience stores, and one big hospital.

Out population is 2000. Everyone knows everyone and that is why I know that this thing with Mystery man is going to be the talk of the town. My mother is probably going to kill me once this is over but I am sure that it will be worth it.

Kissing him was insane.

I have never ever felt anything like that and I want more. I have never had sex with anyone willingly. He is the first person that I want and I won't waste this.

I walk with him inside.

He leads me to Mervyn's store. It is the most expensive and popular of all the other stores in the mall. I have never bought anything from here before.

"On me,'' he winks in assurance, almost like he is reading my mind.

I walk with him and one of the workers leads us inside "Welcome to Mervyns, can I be of assistance?''

She is dressed in a navy blue skirt and matching shirt. The red logo for Mervyns is on her shirt. Her hair is up in a bun, neat unlike the mess on my head.

"We will just look around.'' He tells her and I follow him as he walks over to the women's section. The clothes are all eye-catching and beautiful. I cannot afford this.

He is rich.

Does that even matter to me?

I don't care about money; I have never cared about that. I didn't even think about all that when I took interest in him. "This is a lot, I don't think I can accept this,'' I tell him as he reaches for a dress.

I don't wear dresses.

"I have never seen you in one, I would like to take it off you tonight,'' he mutters, his voice raspy and deep.

I take a deep breath because suddenly, all I want is for him to see me in a dress.

"Okay, let me go and try it on,'' I tell him as I grab the hanger from him and walk into one of the changing rooms. The room is small, there is a mirror in front of me and I use this opportunity to see myself. I look worse than I thought. My shorts are a little dirty, probably from the field, I took him to. The sweat stains around my shirt are dry but there are stains around them.

My hair is a mess.

Slowly, I reach for my hair and try to tame it down. my hands tremble as I take off my shirt. My underwear is black lace. This is the only thing I went right with. I took it from my sister. She has the nice ones and I dint want to look like a child to him. I want him to see me as a woman.

"Do you need help?'' his voice calls over from the other side of the door and I stiffen because he is so close.

I don't even realize that I have just been clutching onto the shirt for a couple of minutes.

"I... I'm fine,'' I call out but the door. It opens before I can lock it and he walks into the small cubicle "I'm fine,'' I tell him even though he is already in the dressing room.

His eyes stay on me. Almost like he is studying my expression again. "You're not dressed. It has been ten minutes.''

I look at my hands and they are white, from all the squeezing. He grabs my hand and I let him take the shirt from me "Are you nervous?''

I shake my head 'No.''

He smiles. his hand stays on me. I don't even care that my body is exposed "I don't bite,'' he leans forward. His body heat takes over the tiny space. It is comforting but at the same time frightening. "Why are you nervous?'' he asks. His hand slides down to my stomach. I hold my breath as he rests his other hand on my back.

His touch is fire.

It shocks and sends waves down my spine.

"You are beautiful,'' I blurt out regretting.

He smiles "I would have said that about you," his hands move as the words leave his lips. I know he is attracted to me but just hearing him say that makes me giddy. His hands reach for my shorts and I don't even fight him. I want him to touch me.

Fuck.

Slowly, he pulls my shorts down my legs. Now I am in just my underwear. His eyes slide down to my body and my cheeks redden. He is looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

No one has ever looked at me like this before "So beautiful,'' he rests his hand on my panties. My body craves him already.

I don't think I can wait till the night.