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"I love it," I say, s and put it back on the rack, findingelse?"

Daain The flush has gone from his cheeks, and there's deteriven a task This shopping trip is telling ht never have found out in other circumstances

"This one," he says, picking up an ereen lace bralette The panties are like shorts that cut high on the ass It's pretty as hell

"You have an eye, Daain

"What about pajamas?" he asks

"Yes I need some of those"

He strides across the shop, looking more like a lumberjack than a personal shopper His shoulders are so broad I reckon he could pull a tree out of the ground and tear it apart with his bare hands Somehow, his brown curls don't fit with the rest of hi for h

"These," he says when I eventually catch up to hi a pink satin ca pants

"Those will be perfect" He's even ed to search out the correct size for me "You know, maybe you're wasted at Deep Repairs," I smile "Maybe you need to become a personal shopper"

"Now you're teasing

"No, seriously You've got taste, Dauys would have picked the scarlet whore underwear"

"Most guys wouldn't have been ih"

There is a flicker of electricity between us as Daes to look uess he's getting more comfortable in my presence

"What do I look like in your i up at him