Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 83

She works her way through the lingerie, taking her time.

She chose this shop carefully. Most of the lingerie shops and counters have female assistants, but this one...

His eyes follow her, and she knows it. Occasionally pausing over some item, she looks up at him, smiling.

She settles on a set in deep green satin, trimmed with lace in a pale gold. The bra plunges deeply, and the panties are cut high at the hip. She holds them to herself, looking at her reflection and conscious of the man looking over her shoulder. She turns to face him

“They're awfully pretty. They'd suit me well don't you think?”

He licks his lips. “When you've paid for them, yes.”

She looks at the tag. “But they're so expensive...” Her jade-eyed gaze lifts to his. “Would you like me to model them for you?”

His eyes dart sidelong to the door, then he nods across the room. “The changing rooms are over there, madam.” As he follows her, he bolts the shop door.

*****

Surrounded by bags bearing expensive designer names and logos, Mitch sits on her bed, surveying her prizes. She lays them out carefully, stroking away any creases from the blouse; filmy silk in a pale cream with a matching skirt. Wearing it, while cut to a demure length, it is slit high to one side.

She can't resist. She meant to hang them all carefully away, but she can't wait. Quickly she dresses again in the green satin bra and panties and the suspender belt which she spotted a little later. When she puts on the skirt and blouse, carefully easing aside the fabric of the skirt, it displays her stocking tops just as she hoped.

All she needs now is shoes and nice jewellery. And perhaps a bag to accessorise?

*****

The assistant kneels by her, squeezing the toe. “Are they quite wide enough for you, madam?”

“Perhaps you have something like them in a wider size?”

He begins to nod and to stand, but discovers that, all hidden from the view of the shop, the toe of the shoe is rubbing inside his thigh.

He swallows hard, looking up, and finds himself lost in a pair of brilliant green eyes set in porcelain skin and framed by red-gold hair.

*****

A figure enters the hotel. Walking like a queen, she is elegantly dressed in cream satin. In the high heels, she is close to six feet tall. She could be a model or an actress. Perhaps she is the trophy wife of some city executive, a banker maybe, or a lawyer.

The manager is there. He smiles. “Good morning, madam. Can I help you?”

She freezes in mid-step, but his smile remains, shiny and obsequious.

“I'm just waiting for someone.”

“The bar lounge is through there, madam. Across the lobby and to the left. Would you like me to have refreshments served while you wait?”

“Just tea, please.”

“I’ll see to it right away.”

Her eyes follow him sidelong as he marches smartly to the bar, issuing curt instructions to the boy manning the counter.

Suppressing a smile, she makes her way to the lounge.

*****

He’s not expecting much from the trip. One boring meeting after another. If he’s lucky, they might sign the contract this trip. More likely he’ll have to come back a couple of times while they prevaricate and demand more details, extra costings, more projections.

But he’s a professional. And a professional keeps smiling as long as it’s needed to get the job done.

A drink….

Then an early night with a good book, or maybe a movie.

In the lounge, discreet music plays. A fire burns in the hearth. A pleasant environment.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Malt on the rocks, please.”