Page 42 of Terms of the Flight

“Hi, welcome, Mr. Blackwell. We have pieces picked out for your guest in the back. Will you be staying?” she asked.

I glanced over my shoulder to look in his direction.

“I sure am. Can you make sure we have a private space, uninterrupted?”

The woman nodded and led us to the back. In the center of the room was a runway that obviously was connected to a dressing room. They set a few chairs around the stage.

I leaned over and whispered to Myheir. “I haven’t picked anything. How do they have options for me in the back already?” I asked.

“I told them to pull a few things to match the vibe of the event. I wanted you to feel pampered today. I’m going to be in this chair right here. I have a few calls to handle, but if you need me, I’ll be here. Don’t worry about the price, this is on me. Remember?”

I nodded as the associate approached me with an inviting smile. I took a sip of my champagne.

“Mr. Blackwell, get comfortable. We got her, and I think we picked the right sizes,” the associate said to him, speaking over me.

I lifted a brow. I didn’t like being talked about like I was a child. I knew how to pick my clothes. But he was paying for it. So I’m going to play my part. This was part of the deal, and I didn’t want to fuck up my opportunity for Stamped.

I released a breath and followed behind the associate. She led me to the dressing room behind the small stage. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed a rack filled with a few floor-length dresses in monochromatic colors. Nothing was vibrant or had any flare. But if this was what he wanted to see me in, I would give it a shot.

The associate walked over to the rack, then pulled a chocolate brown dress from the rack with thin spaghetti straps. It was some sort of mesh material with crystals all over it and a square neckline. The dress left nothing to the imagination and clearly was made for a woman who liked to be seen.

This wasn’t me.

I took the dress from her and stood in front of the long mirror as I held the dress against my body. I released a breath and looked up at the associate, who looked like she wasn’t going anywhere.

“So, you just stay here while I’m getting changed?” I asked.

Her eyes widened, and she began to stammer over her words.

“I am so sorry. I can step out, just give me a shout when you’re ready to be zipped up.”

I gave her a tight-lipped smile as she slipped out of the dressing room, then closed the door behind herself. I took that as my cue to strip down. I removed my bra because this dress would accept nothing less.

I unzipped the dress and stepped inside, then pulled the thin straps over my shoulders. I don’t know how he knew my size,but the dress fit perfectly. I called out to the associate, and she zipped me up, then offered a few pairs of heels that would pair well with the dress. I obliged her and then stepped onto the runway so Myheir could see it.

I hesitantly walked down the strip until I stood before him. His eyes were eating up every inch of my body. The heat from his stare almost made me like the dress a bit more, but he would like this. I was practically naked in front of him.

I gripped my hips and did a 360 turn until I was facing him again. Then I crossed my hands over my breasts. This dress was revealing as hell.

“Uh, what do you think?” I asked.

Myheir sat up in his chair and lifted a brow.

“I would think you looked good in a damn paper bag. What do you think? You look like you’re uncomfortable, and I don’t want that.”

I released a breath. “I don’t like it at all. This dress isn’t me, honestly. Nothing on that rack back there is anything I would wear. Is this something your ex would choose or something?”

His mouth fell into a hard line.

“I thought I was being helpful. I would never try to make you look like her. Aye, Anastasia, allow her to pick her own dresses. Don’t worry about any of the choices back there,” he told the associate, who nodded.

“Oh, and she can grab anything. Don’t tell her a single price. That’s my business,” he reminded her.

She returned to the back to give us some privacy, and I’m sure to get those other dresses from back there.

“Thank you.”

It was the only thing that fit in this moment. I turned and placed my hand over my ass.