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Diana
I stomped off to my room and got ready for my day. They sure as hell weren’t cooping me up the way they thought they were. I wasn’t about to sit on my ass for weeks while Dad acted like he was some important figure in the community. I heard how he hemmed and hawed in that meeting when Ethan questioned him about the threat. Daddy wasn’t feeling important anymore, so he was blowing his money to feel important.
So, I’d do the same thing.
I knew exactly how to begin driving Ethan nuts. As I got myself dressed and grabbed my purse, I plotted it all out in my head. The stores I would drag him into. The clothes I’d make him watch me try on. Skimpy dresses and short skirts and heels that would make him salivate. He’d hold my purses and carry my bags filled with all my designer clothes.
It was sure to drive a man like him nuts.
“Come on. We’re going shopping,” I said.
“Is it imperative?” Ethan asked.
But I breezed right by him and made my way for the front door. I ripped it open and a man stepped in front of me. A colossal man dressed all in black. The silent rock from that morning. I scoffed and went to step past him, but he jutted his arm out and stopped me in my tracks.
“Get out of my way,” I said.
His eyes fell behind me and I whipped my head around.
“I can either go shopping with you, or I can go shopping without you. Take your pick,” I said.
Ethan’s eyes locked hard on me before he nodded his head. The man at the door dropped his arm and I walked out, clicking my heels against the concrete. Instead of heading to my car and getting in like I always did, I headed straight for Ethan’s. I remembered it from the party. I slid into the front seat and waited for him, watching as he slowly approached the driver’s side. His steely gaze looked in and I grinned at him, then wiggled my fingers as I crossed my leg.
The mission had now commenced.
“What do you think about this dress?”
“Hmm, I think the heel should be a little taller.”
“How does this bra make my boobs look? Enough push up?”
“I really like this skirt, but I don’t know about the panties. What do you think?”
I dragged him into every store and asked him opinion on every item. Every shoe. Every panty set. Every bra. Every dress. And it was as if Ethan was made of stone. He never answered, never faltered, and never allowed his eyes to roam my body. I didn’t understand why. So, I started making him hold my clothes. I tossed the panties I’d buy and the bras I’d purchase and the skimpy dresses I loved over his arm. Crowding him with all sorts of items he’d never get to touch on my body.
And his face never faltered.
I made him carry my designer bags and haul clothes to his car. I tried on black lace panties and bright red panties. A little teddy set that played peekaboo with my nipples. I came out in thigh-high leather heels with a short little skirt and crop top with my damn hair in pigtails. And still, nothing. No wavering. No smirk. No traveling eyes. Ethan behaved as if he was carved out of stone. Nothing beyond his neutral facial expression was even tossed my way.
Obviously, taking him shopping wasn’t enough to annoy him.
What could I do to get under his skin?
Once we left the last of the shops, I decided to ramp things up a notch. I climbed into his car and forced him to take my direction. And slowly, we made our way to my favorite boutique. We pulled into the parking lot and I looked over at him, smiling as his eyes took in the facade. It was a specialty boutique in town. One that specialized in costumes and other implements that spiced up the love lives of others.
I’d bought many an outfit for my boyfriends at this place. And I suddenly had an itch to purchase another one.
“Come on, Ethan. It’s the last stop of the day,” I said.
I watched him draw in a deep breath before he unbuckled his seatbelt. It was the first time he had wavered from his rock-hard expression, and I giggled as I slid out of the seat.
Finally, I had him!
I walked into the boutique and tossed my purse into the hands of the first attendant. I slid through the racks of clothing, picking up corsets and pantyhose sets and heels and all sorts of goodies to try on. Reds and purples and blacks and yellows. Swirls of colors with leather that cascaded down the sides. I looked back at Ethan and saw his eyes scanning the shop. Taking in the edible body dust and feather ticklers that lined the walls.
Slipping into the dressing room with a smile on my face, I got into my first outfit.
“How does this one look?” I asked.
I parted the curtains and came out in a red corset and underwear with stockings hooked up to it. I slid my feet into some bright red heels before I pranced around and modeled the outfit. I put on a little show, fluffing out my hair as my hips swayed deeply for his viewing pleasure. Then I stood in front of a massive mirror and watched his eyes fall to my ass.
Oh, how perfect.
I tried on outfit after outfit. Crotch-less panties I almost teased him with and a skimpy little nurse’s outfit. He really enjoyed that one. I watched his eyebrows tick before his face settled back into stone. I pulled out the French maid costume and bent over to shake my ass. I put on a schoolgirl outfit and pushed my tits together, shaking them for him before I stood in the mirror to look.
And each time, his eyes lingered on me a little longer than the last.
As stubborn as he was when I was facing him, there was no hiding it when my back was turned. That man wanted every single drop of me, and it was delightful. He started displaying a few telltale signs. A flushed neck. Clearing his throat. His eyes dropping all the way down my long, smooth legs.
If this was an avenue I could use to piss him off, then I’d latch onto it with a fury. Maybe I could make him want me as badly as—well, as I wanted him. At the time when I wanted him. I didn’t want him anymore. He was a dick. A tattle tale. Absolutely no fun whatsoever. Which was a shame, because he really was a beauty. Those throbbing muscles. Those icy eyes. That intense gaze and hands that could rip these flimsy outfits right off me. Such a shame, all that strength encased in such a bore of a man.
Nope. I’d tease him until he was ready to explode, then turn him down cold and leave him whimpering like the lost little puppy he was.
I walked across the store and headed straight for the nightwear. The sheer, see-through little numbers. I picked a few off the racks and started back to the dressing room, then came out in every color imaginable. Purple. Silver. Pink. Red. The yellow one pushed my breasts up and almost spilled my damn nipple out. But the white one really caught Ethan’s stare. I saw it in the way he shifted in his chair.
“Looks like there’s a show going on!”
I whipped my head over and watched as Liam came and sat down beside Ethan. His eyes raked down my body and I grimaced at him, then went back inside the dressing room to change. I knew that man would have no issues leering at me. No issues staring me down. But this wasn’t for him. None of this was for him.
What the hell was he doing here anyway?
I came out in my regular clothes and tossed the nightgowns into the hands of the woman helping me find outfits. Liam’s eyes followed me as I walked away, and I heard him make some sort of comment to Ethan. But if Ethan responded, I didn’t hear it. No matter. His little friend didn’t have to ruin the fun. Mr. Man Bun wasn’t the one I wanted anyway. His muscles were too lean and his tongue was way too eager to have me.
I came across a string bikini that took my breath away. It reminded me of Wonder Woman’s outfit. Red and blue, with gold strings and a Wonder Woman ‘W’ over each of the triangles that would barely cover my nipples. I grinned as my eyes looked over to the duo sitting at the dressing rooms. This would be the perfect way to wind up the day. I walked back over to the dressing room and slid in, then stuffed my body into the pathetic excuse for a bathing suit.
“And for my next trick!”
I whipped the curtain open and Liam’s eyes bulged. I looked over to Ethan for any sort of a reaction, but if noticed his friend staring at me he didn’t pay any mind to it. I walked over to them and swiveled my hips, leaving all pretense at the door. Liam’s smile was broad and devilish as his eyes stayed hooked on my tits.
“I could get used to this,” he said.
And still, Ethan didn’t say a word.
I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror, fluffing out my raven black hair. The thing actually looked pretty good on me, and I decided then and there that I would buy it. I adjusted the strings and played around with my tits, then untied and re-tied the bows at my hips. I made it so part of my ass cheeks were hanging out just the way I enjoyed. And finally, it happened.
A reaction out of Ethan.
I watched him in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. Then, I watched as his hand fell to his crotch. He was trying to hide the fact that he was situating himself. Moving his growing cock around so it wouldn't be noticeable. Liam didn’t see him, of course. He was too busy staring at my ass. But the second Ethan was done shifting himself around, his eyes connected with mine in the mirror. His face hardened and his hands clasped quickly in his lap. His stare grew stoic and his back straightened.
But he had already been caught.
Eat your heart out, asshole.
