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Authors: J. L. Monro
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before we began our shopping quest. Something told me that between Lana and Coops, I was going to need an extra caffeine fix. Lana shopped for a living and her purchases were always precise and efficient. She never dawdled in shop, which was a blessing.
The few times I had been shopping with Coops, I had prayed for a swift death. He was worse than any woman I knew. He loved bargain shopping, expensive shopping, just-because shopping. There was no possible way we would be leaving Oxford Street before the shops were closed.
By the time Coops had caught Lana up on all that had happened between Jace and I, no matter how many times I told him to shut up, I was past ready to switch from caffeine to alcohol. Lana couldn’t stop gloating and it was beginning to get on my nerves.
“Can we just get going and get this day over and done with.”
“So when are you off to Italy?”
“This weekend.”
“Wow, he doesn’t waste any time does he? We can get you a couple of cute dresses to take the edge off the way you usually dress. From what I’ve heard, those boys party hard after the race, so you need something to wear in the evening. I think I have the perfect outfit in mind. This is going to be so much fun. Let’s move out.”
Although, I’m pretty sure there were times when I bordered on hatred for my sister, there were moments like these where I was thankful for her. I hadn’t really given any thought as to what I would wear for the weekend and now she’d do all the work. All I had to do was sit back and panic about what was going to happen over the three-days I was with Jace.
Shopping didn’t take anywhere near as long as I thought it would. Coops seemed more focused on making sure I had what I needed so he didn’t really shop for himself. Lana seemed to have mentally determined my entire wardrobe within seconds of finding out where I was going and what I would be doing. I had to admit that I liked the choices she made.
The dresses she picked out for the day were not what I would have chosen, but they were perfect for what I would be doing and where I would be going. They were both tailored which appeased the part of me that wanted to wear a suit but they were light, short and very feminine. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, but I wanted to dress in a way that reminded Jace I was only there in a work capacity.
Lana insisted that I have a dress to wear for after the race. No matter how many times I assured her that I would not need it since I wasn’t going to be partying, she ignored me. She picked a black knot front cami dress and red barely-there stilettos to go with it. It was a cute combination, but not something I would ever normally wear and did not intend to put on. It was too revealing for my tastes.
We finished our shopping in Agent Provocateur, the one shopping addiction Lana had transferred to all of her sisters. While I perused the more practical and understated sets, Lana and Coops picked through the rails of racy sets that they thought went with each of my other purchases. Once again, my choices were overruled; they got their way, and I was going to ignore the fact that they both knew my bra and panty size without me telling them.
Once we were completely done, we found a little Italian restaurant and had an early dinner. Lana was bouncing from the buzz of the day and Coops was encouraging her. They both said they were trying to live vicariously through me since their love lives were currently non-existent. All that did was make me more nervous and therefore sick to my stomach. I must have been playing with my napkin for too long because Coops noticed my silence.
“Mara, what’s wrong? You’re not still trying to work out how to get out of going are you?”
“No. Nothing. I’ve accepted my fate on this one. Like you said, it’s just another job. It’s not like I haven’t done this for a client before.”
They both started sniggering at my choice of words, but I didn’t rise to
The few times I had been shopping with Coops, I had prayed for a swift death. He was worse than any woman I knew. He loved bargain shopping, expensive shopping, just-because shopping. There was no possible way we would be leaving Oxford Street before the shops were closed.
By the time Coops had caught Lana up on all that had happened between Jace and I, no matter how many times I told him to shut up, I was past ready to switch from caffeine to alcohol. Lana couldn’t stop gloating and it was beginning to get on my nerves.
“Can we just get going and get this day over and done with.”
“So when are you off to Italy?”
“This weekend.”
“Wow, he doesn’t waste any time does he? We can get you a couple of cute dresses to take the edge off the way you usually dress. From what I’ve heard, those boys party hard after the race, so you need something to wear in the evening. I think I have the perfect outfit in mind. This is going to be so much fun. Let’s move out.”
Although, I’m pretty sure there were times when I bordered on hatred for my sister, there were moments like these where I was thankful for her. I hadn’t really given any thought as to what I would wear for the weekend and now she’d do all the work. All I had to do was sit back and panic about what was going to happen over the three-days I was with Jace.
Shopping didn’t take anywhere near as long as I thought it would. Coops seemed more focused on making sure I had what I needed so he didn’t really shop for himself. Lana seemed to have mentally determined my entire wardrobe within seconds of finding out where I was going and what I would be doing. I had to admit that I liked the choices she made.
The dresses she picked out for the day were not what I would have chosen, but they were perfect for what I would be doing and where I would be going. They were both tailored which appeased the part of me that wanted to wear a suit but they were light, short and very feminine. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, but I wanted to dress in a way that reminded Jace I was only there in a work capacity.
Lana insisted that I have a dress to wear for after the race. No matter how many times I assured her that I would not need it since I wasn’t going to be partying, she ignored me. She picked a black knot front cami dress and red barely-there stilettos to go with it. It was a cute combination, but not something I would ever normally wear and did not intend to put on. It was too revealing for my tastes.
We finished our shopping in Agent Provocateur, the one shopping addiction Lana had transferred to all of her sisters. While I perused the more practical and understated sets, Lana and Coops picked through the rails of racy sets that they thought went with each of my other purchases. Once again, my choices were overruled; they got their way, and I was going to ignore the fact that they both knew my bra and panty size without me telling them.
Once we were completely done, we found a little Italian restaurant and had an early dinner. Lana was bouncing from the buzz of the day and Coops was encouraging her. They both said they were trying to live vicariously through me since their love lives were currently non-existent. All that did was make me more nervous and therefore sick to my stomach. I must have been playing with my napkin for too long because Coops noticed my silence.
“Mara, what’s wrong? You’re not still trying to work out how to get out of going are you?”
“No. Nothing. I’ve accepted my fate on this one. Like you said, it’s just another job. It’s not like I haven’t done this for a client before.”
They both started sniggering at my choice of words, but I didn’t rise to
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