"We don't have to get clothes for me. I can just wear this." Billie said.
"No. You need proper riding attire. It's no problem." Ezra said. He looked amazing in his white button down shirt and jeans. They pulled into a small shopping plaza and stopped in front of a tack and feed store. Billie laughed.
"What? You were expecting Chanel?" Ezra asked, smiling. Billie just laughed and opened the car door.
"I'll be back." She said.
"Oh no. We need to make sure everything fits as it should." Ezra said. She shook her head and walked inside, with him trailing happily behind her.
She tried on a pair of wranglers that a store associate had brought to her and walked out of the dressing room where Ezra was standing.
"Well? How do they fit?" Billie asked, turning around.
Ezra clenched his jaw as he saw how well they fit her backside. He smiled and walked to her, pulling her into his arms.
"Behave." She said, turning and walking into the dressing room. He followed her in, closing the door behind him.
"Ezra." She whispered. He leaned her up against the mirror and kissed her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around him. He put her down and slid his hand down her tummy and unbuttoned the jeans, sliding his hand down in between her legs, opening her and rubbing her gently. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. He continued to move his hands until she reached her climax, biting her lip so hard, she tasted blood and giggling after.
"Thank you." She said.
"My absolute pleasure." He said back, kissing her. A woman in the dressing room next door cleared her throat and said, "Some people have NO morals." And slammed the door behind her. They both laughed and Ezra exited the dressing room to find the store associate standing there.
"Can I help you find anything else?" She asked.
"I believe we have found everything we are looking for. We will take them." Ezra said, smiling.
Billie blushed and handed her the pants. She grabbed a pair of riding boots in her size and looked at the price. Two hundred and fifty dollars. She cringed but she grabbed them. It was going to be a great memory and it was worth it to her. She didn't have many good ones.
They got to the register and Ezra handed the woman a credit card.
"Wait. No. No way. You are not buying my clothes." Billie said.
"I just did." He said. Grabbing the bag and motioning her to the door.
"Wait. We need to talk." She said as they got to the car.
"What is it?" He asked, putting on his sunglasses and looking like a Calvin Klein model. God he was sexy.
"You can't buy me things like this. It isn't right." She said.
He sighed and opened the door, placing the bag inside.
"When you saw me the night you met me, struggling with the gas pump and having no money, how did it make you feel?" He asked.
"I don't know what you mean?" She needed him to explain further.
"To help me. How did it make you feel?" He asked again. She thought about it for a second and realized it made her feel good. Really good. And happy.
"It felt good." She said.
"Billie, I know you had to have inherited a large amount of money from your father based on what I know about your life. I don't know how much and it doesn't matter. I know you have very little now, which tells me that when you left that sick and disgusting excuse for a human, you left that behind as well as everything else. Just like I left my wallet the night you met me. Billie…" he said as he too her face in his hands. "It makes me feel good." He said, kissing her. "You make me feel good."
She felt heat rush into her face and chest. He pulled away and motioned her into the car. "Come. We have a day planned." He said, getting in beside her and telling Andrew to head to the vineyard.