“Where will you be?” I ask him, feeling a mild panic rising.
“I won’t be far, just in my room. We’re just getting ready to go out, if you want? Or you can wear the same stuff you came in… Oh. No pun intended,” he says, grinning like a devil.
“There’s even lingerie in there somewhere…” he murmurs, speaking softer as his eyes focus on mine, he leans in to kiss me gently again, the softest kiss that feels like his first every time.
I want him more than anything, I need him inside me, my body’s screaming out for his. So why can’t I just give myself to him?
I sigh and he growls, slapping my rump before cautioning me not to take too long and he leaves me to shower and find some clothes himself.
I really don’t expect to find anything that’ll fit, but I soon realize it’s all plus sized stuff, most of it anyway.
I’m relieved, but a little confused too. But it doesn’t take long before I have a dozen things I don’t just like, I need.
The bathroom’s huge too, everything seems so big and spacious but I remind myself that Kane’s a big guy. Being well over six feet, and so muscly, he needs space and he’s got it in this place.
I race to wash up, gasping at everything from the fittings, the water pressure to the towels and just, everything. The whole place is like a luxury resort and it’s his house.
Imagine living like this every day. I don’t think I’d ever take anything for granted or complain ever again.
Almost squealing with excitement by now I look over what I’ve picked out and shake with anticipation, knowing how much Kane will love me in this… I hope.
Sexy lingerie was never my thing, because it never fit. This stuff is just made for my body and so sheer, so soft. I remind myself of what he said and choose to enjoy all this instead of feeling bad about it.
I want to go show him my body in my sexy white bra and panties, but I know where that will lead.
Later. Definitely saved for later…
I choose a pair of slacks and a cashmere top. Real Cashmere too, something I’ve only ever dreamed about.
There’s a pair of flats I find to match the pants and although it’s pretty simple, I feel like a million bucks.
Kane’s growl of approval sounds from behind me as I admire myself, probably for the first time ever in the full length mirror.
“You look amazing,” he says, and he means it. He’s not just saying it to make me feel good, which I do anyway, he really thinks I look amazing, because I do.
“I feel special wearing these, Kane. Thank you,” I tell him honestly, “But…”
And he rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself, “But, what?”
“But… I dunno. It’s just all so beautiful… why is everything plus sized… and so expensive? Why do you have so much of it again?” I ask him, my ‘need to know’ brain unable to help itself.
Still chuckling, he saunters over in just a towel, his huge rippled and tanned body against mine as he hugs me from behind.
He clasps his hands over mine and rocks me as he looks into my eyes in the mirror.
“The boutique, from downstairs. I already told you. What you want to call ‘plus size’ is a regular size for a lot of people. Years ago, before it was a thing… someone on my team had the idea and we ran with it.”
“Is that what you like? Fat women?” I hear myself asking him, and his smile drops instantly, but his grip on me gets tighter.
“Hey, remember what I said? That’s below the belt, Trudi. I don’t use that word and for your information…” he says, cupping my chest in both his hands, making me lean back moaning straight away as he kisses my neck.
“I don’t have a preference for any women, unless they’re named Trudi and are in my arms right at this moment.”
“Damn you Kane Barret…” I murmur. “Damn you for being so perfect…”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kane
Like where she used to live, what she used to do, before I decided to take her home, Trudi’s mindset about herself has me puzzled.
She’s got so much going for her yet like so many people she only wants to see the bad things. All day long.
Well, I won’t hear it anymore. I don’t want to overload her with work either, but she seems to have an eye for fashion too.
“Have you considered fashion as something you’re interested in?” I ask her, slipping into fresh clothes myself after taking her back into my own room. Now that she’s had her privacy, getting showered and changed, I’m not letting her out of my sight.
“I guess…” she says, trying to think but I can tell she’s staring at me more than thinking, and I’m a little guilty of that too right now.
We really can’t keep our eyes off each other.
Maybe we can talk business later, today’s all about a good time, remember Kane?
As much as Trudi’s hung up being down on herself, my bad habit is work, work and more work. Since Trudi’s come along, I’ve only ever focused on it, up to sixteen hours a day, seven days a week.
“I thought you wanted me to manage your apartment building?” she asks me, looking like she’s fearing an avalanche of work in return for our time together.
“I want whatever you want,” I assure her, touching her face and pecking the top of her head with a kiss.
If I touch her any more than that, I can’t be held accountable for my actions and we’ll get nothing done today. I only hope that once we spend some more time together, Trudi will feel more comfortable, that she gets the message that she’s really mine now, and everything I am, everything I have is hers too.
“I’m just thinking out
