Like the feeling I have growing by the minute inside me.
I should’ve let him have me… He was right there, god I feel so stupid.
“You don’t mind?” I ask him quietly, almost whispering in his ear, “About me wanting to wait, before we…”
His low growl of approval as he shakes his head lets me know he doesn’t.
“I’ll be ready when you are… We can have whatever you pick sent up to my place for later,” he says, giving me the cue that although it’s fun to watch Trudi shopping, he has stuff to do still.
I want to have him take me right there and then, until I remember that’s how I felt up in his penthouse too.
I hope when the time comes I don’t mess it up, and I can’t help feeling like I already did in a way, but Kane’s just too mature, to make me feel bad about it.
The ‘watch shop’ as Kane calls it is the highest end jeweler in town. A small place compared to his hotel, and I know he doesn’t own it, but it’s still invitation only and the guard at the door tips his hat to Kane, holding the door open for us both.
I almost have to shield my eyes when we step in, the amount of diamonds, gold and just general out of this world super overpriced shiny stuff is overwhelming.
Looking at the watch Kane’s wearing, it’s not too showy. I don’t think he goes for showy pieces, but I think I do, with about ten things catching my eye straight away.
“Have a look around,” Kane says with a sly grin. “If you see something you like, try it on.”
I’m not touching anything… my god if I broke something, I’d be paying it off for ten lifetimes.
One of the counter attendants seems on friendly terms with Kane, an older man with a kind face, he gets busty with Kane, taking him into another room to talk about his watch. I keep my hands to my sides and peer into the seemingly endless glass cases of diamonds, white gold and tiny, crystal and gold figurines.
The whole place is like something from a dream, that recurring, waking dream I’m stuck in called ‘Kane’s life.’
I start thinking though, I should really get Kane something. He’s given me so much already.
I want something I can show him that I am grateful for him, so I tear myself away from all the girly stuff and start browsing the men’s jewelry.
None of it is really Kane though, his watch is about it. It’s about as dressy as he gets.
He is missing a ring though…
Kane pokes his head around the green velvet curtain, smiling at me and ushering me with his eyes to look around before disappearing back to his watch, back to his guy stuff.
Another counter assistant comes out, really friendly and welcoming, an older lady who introduces herself as Ruth. She tells me she’ll be right there if I want to try anything on.
“How much is that?” I ask, stabbing at the glass, wincing when I notice the greasy smudge I’ve left.
“The ring with the blue in it?” I ask, really not meaning to sound so ignorant, but also knowing I don’t have to be choking on water to be drowning.
Kane… I’m drowning here.
Ruth’s so polite, even chuckling to herself a little but in a friendly way. She’d know that I’m here with Kane, it seems like everybody who’s anybody knows who Kane is.
“That a keen eye you have,” she observes, taking the ring out of the case for me to see closer.
“This is a blue diamond, set in white gold with platinum bands. It’s stunning, isn’t it?” I feel my head pump and don’t want to make the same marks on it I left on her glass, but Ruth insists I take a hold of it, “Have a feel of it, see what you think.”
“I love it,” I say, thinking it’s just the thing for Kane, even though he’s not a show off with jewelry.
“How much?” I ask, ready for a couple of credit card transactions.
Ruth smiles, “We don’t usually have a set price, but something like this piece will retail for around two hundred and fifty,” she says, smiling.
It’s a no brainer for me, and I do have an eye for a bargain after all.
“Sold!” I announce, fishing for my bag, which I realize with horror I left at home. I came out without anything but the clothes I had on, and they’re crumpled by Kane’s couch.
“We can set this aside for you, Mr. Barret has an account with us,” Ruth explains patiently, reading my mind or my face, I’m not sure which feels more panicked.
“Would you like to see some of the ladies rings, we have some new neck pieces in too, you have such lovely skin,” she observes, and I absently clutch at my naked neck.
Nobody’s ever said anything so sweet to me, and I know she’s not trying to sell me anything either.
“Sure,” I say, relieved we’ve broken the ice and she walks me through a tray of what look like really expensive diamond necklaces, but they must be fakes. Everything’s only three or four hundred dollars.
Still pricey, but I guess they have to pay the rent on the high street.
“How are things going out here? Hello Ruth,” Kane says, stepping out from the next room, his eyes widening as he spies me with a necklace I picked out, more like a collar. It’s not heavy, but it looks like a disco ball, it has so many of these cheap diamonds in it.
“Good Afternoon, Mr. Bennet. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, mineral water?” Ruth asks, and Kane opens it up to me.
“I’d love a soda.” I say, then make a face, not sure a place like this would have any ‘soda’.
Ruth’s a doll, and returns with a gleaming tray with a glass of soda.
“Found something you like,” Kane observes, turning me to face him, then back to the mirror
