CHAPTER 40: THE SHOPPING EXPERIENCE II
Diana, bewildered, looked at James. "Shopping isn't fun without browsing," she pouted as she walked with him towards the sofa. She slumped down on the sofa, sinking back into the chair.
"You'll browse," James assured her, a playful glint in his eyes. "This whole shop is your playground and at your fingertips. Besides, my wife doesn't need to stand in line, or tolerate crowds."
Diana scoffed, the man's arrogance rankling. "The arrogance of wealth," she muttered. "Fine," she sulked, leaning away from his touch.
James, noticing her change of mood shifted closer and drew her into his arms.
James grinned as he tried an attempt at placating her. "How about this, baby; When the clothes arrive, you pick your favorites, change in the dressing room, and show them to me. Let me be your personal shopper and do the choosing for you. You'll be surprised at my keen eye and i promise you won't regret it."
Diana blushed, a shy nod betraying her. Then, a panicked realization struck her. "Including those other things?" She asked.
James' eyes danced with mischief. "What other things, dear?" he asked, feigning innocence, though he knew exactly what she meant.
Diana, oblivious to his teasing, blurted out, "Underwear too!"
James chuckled, a deep rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh that's the most important one. Trust me, I have exceptional lingerie taste," he declared, his smile radiating charm.
Diana's cheeks flushed crimson. This man was too hot for his own good. "No," she suddenly protested, shaking her head. "I can't shop like this. Can we just leave?"
James blinked, surprised by her sudden retreat. He chuckled again, a softer sound this time. "Honey, think of it this way: I'm the one who gets to see them anyway, so I might as well choose, mhm?."
Diana's lips twitched. He had a way with words, that much was true. But the mortification was too much to bear and the man's logic was absurdly irresistible. "Fine," she sighed, a playful smile blooming. "But no peeking into the fitting room."
James threw his head back, laughter echoing through the room. "No promises, wife." He took her hand, his touch gentle. "Stand up, beautiful," he said.
Diana stood, her heart hammering against her ribs as he cupped her waist and lifted her onto his lap. A gasp escaped her lips, her body melting into his embrace.
"What if someone comes in?" she whispered, fear and a hint of excitement lacing her voice.
James leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Let them. I'm with my wife. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Diana, her cheeks burning and lost in the warmth of his gaze and the intoxicating scent of his cologne, could only nod. She found herself instinctively wrapping her arms around him. The man was totally impossible.
James brought her head down to his lips and kissed her. At first they were light kisses, but Diana wanted more. so she pressed herself into him, as he deepened the kiss.
He nibbled on her lower lip and sucked gently before capturing her whole mouth in his. Diana felt a moan rising at the back of her throat but swallowed it.
James noticed and bit her bottom lip, making her moan loudly. He did not stop. He snaked his palms under her polo and stroked her stomach while his mouth devoured hers. He moved his hands up to her breast as his mouth moved to her nape. He kissed her neck and sucked on it gently before biting her.
Diana's moan were becoming loud. She tried to cover her mouth to stop them from escaping. James reached his palm to her left breast and massaged it roughly through her bra, while he kissed and sucked her ears with his lips.
"Fuck!" Diana panted, she was losing it. James used his hand to pull down her bra and pinched her left nipples. Diana cried into her palms as his hands continued torturing her left breast. He pinched her again as he used his mouth to cover hers. then he used his palms to fondle and massage her breasts roughly. he was not slow at all.
James lifted her polo all the way and bent his face to her exposed breast. He kissed her nipples first, then covered her breasts with his mouth. He sucked on it while his other palm massaged her right breast through her bra.
Diana moaned loudly and cried at the pleasure and attention he was giving her breast. James realizing where they were groaned as his manhood strained against his trousers. He kissed her breast one more time before putting it back in place. He held her close to him and waited for their breaths to return to normal.
After a while of their intense make-out session, their calm mood was abruptly interrupted by the click of the door handle and the Manager walking in. Diana jolted, her face crimson. She quickly buried her face in James's shoulder.
James spun around, icy fury replacing his passionate gaze in a heartbeat. "Leave," he commanded, his voice a razor blade slicing through the air.
Lawson, pale and trembling, scurried out, closing the door with a whimper. James turned back to Diana, his gaze softening. "Hey," he murmured, his voice gentle. "Look at me."
Diana peeked up, meeting his smoldering eyes. The intensity in them was almost intoxicating, and blazing with a desire that seemed to overwhelm her, sending a shiver down her spine. "Should we just go home?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
James smiled, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. Was she worried about him? "No, we came here to shop, and that we will do. This... we can finish later." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Just do this for me, okay? I want to see."
A small, hesitant nod was her reply.
James winked, a playful tap landing on her bottom. "You can sit now."
Diana smirked as his mischievous grin faltered into a laugh. She settled back into his embrace, her eyes sparkling with a newfound determination.
James cleared his throat, calling out to the door. "Lawson, come back in!"
The door swung open, revealing the manager followed by a procession of staff bearing mountains of clothes, shoes, and accessories, all in rows of perfect symmetry. Lingerie and nightgowns sat discreetly at the back, a whisper of silk and lace against the bolder colors of dresses and jackets. The Manager dismissed the staff, except for a woman with a knowing smile.
"Mrs. Alfred," Lawson said. "This is Melissa," he said, directing his attention to a young woman with a sharp smile and eyes that scanned the room with practiced efficiency. She's our best stylist after me, of course," he added with a smirk, earning an eye roll from James. Lawson choked on a cough before continuing. "She'll help you change into anything you like."
"Thank you, Mr. Lawson," Melissa replied to the Manager, her voice a melody of professionalism and warmth. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Alfred". She said, extending a hand.
Diana smiled, shaking her hand. "Thank you," she replied, a new sense of anticipation bubbling within her.
"Shall we get started?"
Diana, her initial awkwardness replaced by a spark of excitement, nodded.
The manager bowed deeply, muttering "Boss" to James before retreating.
Alone with Melissa, Diana felt a flutter of nerves. This private fashion show for one, orchestrated by the man who made her heart race... it was both exhilarating and a little terrifying. But as Melissa's nimble fingers helped her slip into a silken dress, its emerald hues echoing James' eyes, a thrill of anticipation sparked within her. She couldn't wait to see his reaction.