ROSE P.O.V.
A wide variety of shops lined the mall, jewelry and accessory shops, souvenir kiosks and stores selling leather goods, luxury boutiques all showcasing an array of finest wears.
Lorenzo took me to a very expensive boutique. An old lady greeted us with a pleasant warm smile at the entrance. The boutique was gleaming inside and out, there were chimes of bells that tinkled instantly as we sauntered inside.
"What would you like to have, sir?" the assistant asked,
Lorenzo replied something in Italian and they both chatted for a while in Italian, which was followed by an employee showing us a variety of dresses. Lorenzo didn't approve of any of those dresses which was an adorable sight for me. The employees had to show almost half of the dresses in the boutique to impress him.
"Try this!" he beams, making me turn over to see what he has chosen. My eyes widened at his choice. He was holding a knee-length, mulberry shade, A-line backless dress with a beautiful deep neckline beaded with pearls.
"It's stunning!" I replied, dazed by its appearance.
He extended his hand to offer me the dress. Accepting it from him, the first thing I did was to peek at its price tag. It was a $2000 dress!! That dress was so much more expensive than anything I had ever seen, especially coming from a middle-class family.
"Lorenzo, I cannot buy this," I stated, giving him the dress back.
"Why? What's wrong, you don't like it?" Lorenzo asked but then added, "You just said that you like it!"
"It's too expensive." I asserted, making him frown.
"This is my boutique and you can buy whatever you want. If you don't like my choice then just tell me. You can buy something else that you prefer," he says, making me wonder- how at such an early age he owns a boutique and that to such an expensive one.
"No! I already like it," I confessed, but then asked, "How do you own a boutique?"
"So curious about me, Senõrita. I will give you the answers one day, but for now, go and change," he tells me in his playful tone. Failing to get any explanation, I quietly grabbed the dress from him and made my way to the trail room.
Getting inside the trial room I undressed, taking his shirt off. I lifted it to my nose to take in his scent. It reminds me of our little moments spent together, those little junctures of him teasing me, annoying me, embarrassing me. God knows what he wants from me.
Being with Lorenzo feels like I'm living a fantasy. A fantasy that may end anytime soon. I know exactly how this will end, either he will be bored of me or he will get someone as good as him.
Keeping my thoughts aside, I put on the dress only to realize that there was no zip on it. It had a belt to be tied in a knot at the back. All my attempts to tie it failed miserably, it was too stubborn!
"What happened? What's taking you so long? do you need help?" Lorenzo asked from outside,
What shall I do? Shall I let him in?
It's just a knot, he will not eat you.
After considering my subconscious I answered,
"I cannot tie the knot, can you help?"
The door slowly opened, making me hold the dress tight to my chest and I then saw Lorenzo coming in. His feet barely making a sound as he padded in
Coming close to me he takes the belt from my right side, his hands brushing the bare skin of my back, then he takes the left one, his hands still sending tingles on my back. Abruptly he pulls the belt in his direction, making me stumble back onto him. Our bodies collide into each other, staring at him from the mirror, I could see him grinning. Of course, due to the effect he has on me.
His index finger draws a circle on my back playing with my sensitive skin - round and round. Just a touch of his finger was enough to send goosebumps on my neck. He noticed the straightening of the hairs on my neck, on which he smirks and whispers,
"Why are you fighting it? Let yourself flow into me." he ties the knot, his fingers still teasing my bare skin.
"I like it opened," he states, loosening my hair tie, with all my wild curls falling onto my shoulder dancing in their own way.
Turning around to face him, my eyes get caught into the captivating emeralds.
"You don't even know my name," I mumbled confused,
Why am I having these feelings for him?
"Your name is Roseline Fernandez," he states, surprising me.
Holy shit, he knows my full name. Of course, his uncle is the professor. Maybe he informed him.