I couldn’t express what it felt like to be spoiled, because that feeling was totally foreign to me until my dad took me shopping with him. He literally spent about four thousand dollars on my clothes, shoes, jewelry, accessories and makeup…pretty much everything and anything I wanted. Noah took me to all the high end designer boutiques and watched me try on outfits and shoes, and it was so much fun because as soon as he flashed his credit card, the employees at the store started giving us VIP
We stopped at a clothing store called Chloe
on Madison Avenue, and I was inside the dressing room trying on a strapless white dress. The satin fabric hugged my body in all the right places, with the hem resting slightly above my knees. I felt really sexy as I turned around, examining every angle of my body.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand when I heard the sales lady talking with my dad in the background. She thought I was his wife! Noah laughed it off and informed her that I was his daughter, to which she apologized and expressed that he looked very young to be a father. God, it was awkward. So I decided to step out of the dressing room and rescue him. “Do you like it?” I looked at him nervously, interrupting their conversation.
He was sitting on a modern white armchair, with a glass of champagne in his hand; VIP treatment of course.
I frowned when he didn’t say anything. “You don’t like it do you?” I desperately searched his eyes, but he was too busy scanning my figure to respond, and his mouth was slightly open.
A flattered smile spread across my face as I felt a rush of relief and rotated my body in a full turn.
“Those shoes look amazing with that dress. You look gorgeous,” the sales lady added.
“I can take the outfits and shoes that you want to the front counter so it’s ready for you.”
“That would be great, thanks.” I handed over four new and very expensive
cocktail dresses, as well as three pairs of open toe heels and some designer jeans and shirts, (for casual wear). The store had an amazing selection of clothing that catered to almost every occasion.
“I’ll be right out,” I looked at my dad while he sat comfortably in his chair.
“Take your time sweetheart.”
I shut the door of my dressing room and reached back for my zipper, but I was having difficulty pulling it down. Well, this was quite a predicament I was in. Nervously, I opened the door and tried to scan the room for that saleslady (I forgot her name), but she was nowhere in sight.
“Is something wrong?” Noah set his champagne glass down on the table next to him and leaned forward a bit.
“Uh…it’s just my dress. I can’t reach the zipper at the back. Can you help me out?”
“Yeah, sure,” he stood up and stepped inside my dressing room, shutting the door just slightly, but not all the way. I assume he planned to make a quick exit.
I faced the mirror and felt the heat of his body as he stood behind me. Noah gathered my hair, and brushed it to the side of my neck. I breathed out and felt goose bumps form all the way down my arms. There was a gentle tug at the zipper of my dress, and I focused on our reflection in the mirror while he pulled the fly down all the way. He stood taller than me, even in the heels I was wearing. I shivered when he placed a hand on my waist.Oh god, why is this happening? Why am I…feeling this way? I hugged my body so that the dress wouldn’t fall, feeling slightly embarrassed and somewhat naked. “Thank you.” I met his eyes through the reflective glass.
He placed his hands on my shoulder and kissed my cheek. His lips were scorching my skin with the heat of his kiss. “Anything for you baby girl.”
A sweltering heat was growing in between my thighs. The way he looked at me was so incredibly seductive, and the whole undressing experience felt…erotic. What was wrong with me?
“I’ll wait for you outside,” Noah left my dressing room, and I finally let my dress drop to the floor. My nipples were completely erect and my face was slightly flushed. I was definitely familiar with the sensation of arousal, but at 16 years old…I was still a virgin. This was seriously wrong, so very, very
After all the places we ventured to, I had gotten pretty tired and it was only late afternoon, not even dinner time yet. We placed all my shopping bags in the trunk of his car and in the back seat before he opened my passenger door to let me in.
“Is this your car?”
“No, it’s just a rental. I drive an Audi convertible, the R10 model
I had no clue what kind of car that was, but I knew Audi’s were expensive.
“You’ll see it when you come back with me. I might even let you drive it. Do you have your driver’s licence?”
“I have my learner’s permit, but not the full license yet.”
“I’ll teach you, soon enough,” he smiled charismatically at me, and then started the car. I felt so happy, just being near him made me content. This entire afternoon felt like a dream come true.
“So, where to angel?”
“What are our options?” I asked him.
“Well, I could take you out to a movie. We could visit a museum or an art gallery, or
we could go back to my hotel, order some room service, talk, watch movies and have a laid back evening. Which do you prefer? Feel free to add to that list of options by the way.”
Oh, I much preferred the laid back evening. I really wanted a moment to spend some quality time with him, alone
. “I like your last option,” I stole a glance at him from the corner of my eye and noticed his lips curve up sideways into a sexy smile. Maybe this was a bad idea.
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