“Oh, I did not see the young lady in the shop today. Where is she?” His eyes were curious. I began to think about him recalling Kylie. He seemed to remember her. Well, she was one remarkable woman, and beyond beautiful. Even the boy had noticed.
“Yeah, her mother told me that she had to do something. It’s just her and her mom working in the store.”
“Hmmm…just like one day it will be just me and you at the gun shop?” He smiled and watched me closely.
“That’s right, buddy.” I reached over and ruffled his hair, loving him like crazy for all of his innocence. I was blessed by two things in my life: him and the shop. Now all I needed was a woman. A girlfriend. A lover.
A wife. A mom for Vince.
Chapter Six
Kylie
I wrapped up my errands and finished helping at the store before heading out to meet up with Bailey again. We were making up for lost time. She and Cat wanted to go shopping for the afternoon, and I was all for it. It had been forever since I’d bought myself anything. Pampering myself seemed a little much, but it wasn’t like anyone else was going to do it for me.
I strolled through the shopping center of town, walking alongside Cat. Her tiny hand was soft and smooth in mine. I wanted kids so damn badly, but there were no prospects. Not even Hunter. You had to talk to someone before you started practicing making babies.
At least I thought you did. Who knew…I’d never slept with a man and had a few boyfriends in the past, but nothing worth remembering. I’d be a virgin forever in my own mind.
“This would look good on you, Kylie. Check it out.” Bailey pointed to a dress worn by a mannequin. It was a black, sexy dress that would outline the full figure of the woman who wore it. I grimaced at her, put off by her suggestion.
“Really? My breasts are too big for something like that. And if I managed to make them look smaller, my ass would embarrass me. Stop acting like we’re flat teenagers again. We’re not.” I gave her a look.
She burst into laughter. She stopped walking and pulled me inside though, compelling me to try the dress on. I stopped, seeing as it was impossible to escape from her persuasive ways of doing things.
“Can my friend try that one on display?” she asked one of the salesladies, persistent to see me in that sexy dress. The woman in uniform gladly affirmed, taking one of the stocks on the clothing racks.
“After I try it on, can we leave? It’s too sexy for me,” I whined, ashamed of what was yet to come. She gave me a look that resembled a mad mother toward her kid, knowing what’s best for her child.
“I’m telling you, you will rock that dress! Believe me; I’m a hundred and one percent sure about that. Right, Cat?” I looked down at her young daughter who nodded at her mother’s query, uncertain of what Bailey really meant.
I exha
led heavily, nodding in defeat.
The saleslady came back carrying the dress. She led the way to accompany me to one of the dressing rooms so I could see how the dress fit. I looked one last time at Bailey who sat in front of the dressing rooms, waiting with Cat who sat comfortably on her lap.
She signaled two thumbs up, but I rolled my eyes before closing the door.
“What a pretty dress.” I held it up, studying the cut of the seductive thing before me. It was a backless, figure hugging dress with a low neckline. It was tailor made to fit snugly to the figure of whoever wore it, highlighting the assets and curves of any and every woman. It looked fabulous on the mannequin, but I wondered how it would look on me.
I was never comfortable with my own body. Where I wanted to be thin and sleek like a model, I was anything but.
I stood in front of the mirror, studying my body. I looked about as worn out as I felt. Being busy at our convenience store filled my schedule, as well as my time for self-pampering and amusement.
I unbuttoned the checkered shirt I wore, eager to try the dress on all of a sudden. I hadn’t done anything nice for myself in far too long. Despite me saying I wasn’t interested in the dress in front of Bailey, deep inside I wanted to try it on. It was one of those pretty dresses women would stop and stare at during window shopping. It was beautiful, elegant and sexy.
I unzipped my loose, tattered pants, taking them off to strip down to my panties and glanced up. Would Hunter like what he saw? My breasts hung heavy, full, pretty. My waist was small, but my ass… I groaned and turned a little, hating how much of my skin poured out the sides of my panties. I had enough junk in the trunk for a group of men to share.
The chilly air conditioned breeze tingled my bare skin. I immediately moved to put the dress on, careful so as not to damage any part of it. After fixing the thin straps on my shoulders, I took the time to study myself again. I gasped, seeing my own reflection.
I barely recognized myself.
A woman of fine, mesmerizing beauty stood before the mirror. The perfect curves of her body defined her captivating charm. Undeniably, men would glance for a second look just to witness the goddess that walked on earth.
The immaculate fair white skin complemented the black dress, exposing a luscious and flawless complexion. Her golden blonde hair fell just under her breasts, its curls adding extra impact on her entire alluring ensemble. Those long, unblemished legs were inviting. What the fuck? Could a dress really make you feel so damn good?
This one did. Yep. I had to have it. Period.