That’s right, I notice everything.
“No, sir.”
“You can tell me if she made you uncomfortable.”
“She didn’t, sir.”
He brushed his thumb under her cropped top. “Then why the stiff spine?”
Chloé swallowed and lowered her head.
“Is it because she knows Zayne and me? Are you jealous?”
“That would be stupid, sir.”
“Not stupid. Human. But you have nothing to worry about.” Chloé looked up to see a smirk on his lips. “She’d be more interested in you than either of us. So perhaps I’m the one who should be jealous.” He swatted her on the ass and then gestured to the door ahead. “That’s us.”
Chloé grinned and hurried ahead of him into a beautiful room that had a curved wall of full-length mirrors on one side, and a pedestal in the middle. Three racks of dresses in various colors, styles, and lengths were pushed off to one side, and on the other was a seating area—that was where they found Zayne.
“Red, fancy meeting you here. Come on in.”
Chloé stepped inside and looked around the space, then Ethan shut and locked the door behind them. He walked over to where Zayne was stretched out on the sofa and took the club chair beside him, then gestured to the rack of clothes and said, “Pick whichever one you like.”
Chloé looked at the two of them and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
As she made her way to the first rack, Zayne leaned over to him and asked, “How’d she react to her surprise?”
Ethan didn’t take his eyes off Chloé as she started to look through her choices. “There was a moment out there with Viviana that was interesting. But other than that, perfect.”
Zayne nodded. “And how do you think she’s going to respond to the other part?”
That, Ethan had no clue about. “I’m not sure, but we’ll soon find out.”
“I guess so. And if the answer is no?”
He’d thought about that a lot this past week. Ever since they’d discussed moving this relationship forward. They knew they wanted to keep her. But while he’d brought up the subject of making things permanent with Chloé, he’d never gotten an answer from her.
This time would be different. They’d planned it all out, and by the time they left this store today, they would have their answer.
“If the answer is no, then we let her go.”
Zayne frowned. “I don’t like that answer.”
“Then let’s make sure she has no reason to give it.”
Chloé held up a hanger with a gorgeous, vintage pink princess dress. It was sleeveless and had a stunning v-neckline that dipped to a satin waistband, and the ruffled skirt that flowed in layers to the ground was soft and whimsical.
“It’s gorgeous,” Zayne said. “You should try it on.”
Chloé bit down into her lip, and Ethan added, “This is a showing room, petite fille. It’s time to show us what’s ours.”
Chloé hung the dress on the end hook of the rack and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head and tossed it on a seat in the corner, revealing a lacy white bra, and Zayne let out a growl of approval.
A small smile curved her cherry-red lips, even as her cheeks flushed under the attention. Then she kicked out of her heels and reached for the snaps of her shorts. As she shimmied them off her hips and down her bare legs, a matching thong came into view.
Ethan’s dick stiffened inside his dress pants. “Move up on the pedestal. Keep your eyes on me.”
She did as she was told, no questions asked. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitancy in her as she moved into position, and once she was in place, Zayne got to his feet.
He made his way around to the back of the pedestal and climbed up onto it behind her. Chloé sucked in a breath, but her eyes remained locked on Ethan’s as Zayne smoothed his hands around her bare waist and ran them up to her lace-covered breasts. She moaned as he gently began to knead them, and Ethan widened his legs in the chair, showing her that he was just as excited as she was.
“Does that feel good, petite fille? Having Zayne’s hands on you?”
She nodded as she leaned back into Zayne’s big body. “Yes, sir. It feels very good.”
“Hmm.” Ethan tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair in time to the pounding of his cock. Then he looked to the dress on the end of the rack. “That dress you picked out. You don’t need a bra for that. In fact, all of the dresses we picked out don’t require one. So let’s get rid of that right now.”
Zayne’s hands left her lace-covered skin, and a second later, the bra was gone. He tossed it to the ground and then cupped her again, offering her up to Ethan like a gift from the gods.
“Fucking hell.” Ethan shifted in his chair. “It’s a shame to have to cover you up at all. It’s a pity we can’t just take you to dinner like this.”
Chloé licked at her lower lip and arched her back, showing off a little more and making Ethan chuckle.
“That’s right, you like that idea. People looking at you like this. Watching us touch you like this…” Chloé let out a whimper. “We’ll come back to that for sure. Zayne? Let’s take a look at that first dress before I forget the reason we’re here. Chloé? Hands by your sides. Don’t even think about touching what’s behind that scrap of lace we left on you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
ZAYNE’S COCK WAS hard as a fucking rock as he let go of Chloé’s beautiful breasts and grabbed the first dress she’d picked.
It was the pretty pink one they’d spotted the second they walked in the store. When Ethan had mentioned something about cotton candy sweet, it was the first one on their must-see rack. Getting under all that soft, flowy tulle would be the perfect distraction at the senator’s bullshit dinner.
He glanced over to Ethan and couldn’t miss the erection outlined in his pants. Dressing Chloé was both a sexy and subtle way to establish their ownership of her, and by the end of this, they’d know one way or another if she was really interested in this or just wanted to play.
He removed the dress from the hanger, unzipped the back, moved up onto the pedestal, and held it out for her to step into.
She braced a hand on his shoulder, and he drew the soft material up her legs to cover her breasts, then slid his fingers under the straps and walked behind her. He secured the halter neck with the small pearl clasp at the base of her neck, then trailed the back of his fingers down the curve of her breasts, which were still visible.
Chloé trembled.
“Jesus, this dress is a fucking cock tease. Who would’ve guessed?” His eyes shifted to Ethan, who was rubbing a hand up and down his covered cock. “Turn around, little girl. Show Ethan what he’d have to resist all night.”
Chloé’s eyes darkened as she turned, and when Ethan caught sight of the curve of her breasts, he cursed. “You’re right, that certainly isn’t as sweet as we anticipated. Is it?”
“No. It definitely isn’t.” Zayne wasn’t sure if they were still talking about the dress or Chloé herself, because her grey eyes were full of arousal—as was the scent filling the air.