“Last one, honey! I promise!” Grace happily announced from within a fitting room.
“Take your time, sweetheart,” Zeno lightly chuckled.
Zeno relaxed upright on a plush armchair in an upscale fitting room lounge. He was starting to crave a cigarette as he waited patiently, but he craved spoiling his wife even more. He loved to see her happy and always came up with different ways to spoil her. This time he had taken her to a special boutique. The kind you needed an appointment for well in advance.
Grace gripped the edge of the heavy curtain and pulled it aside, revealing her next outfit to her husband. “Ta-da!” she exclaimed and giggled. “What do you think?”
Zeno was taken aback by her overall appearance. He slowly began to rise out of his comfortable armchair and gazed at her. Grace donned a pearly white, cowl neck blouse that draped off one shoulder. A long and chic black skirt hugged perfectly around her small waist and curvy hips. A high slit revealed black thigh-high leather boots that sheathed her legs. Elegant and sexy.
“Do you like it?” Grace asked expectantly.
Zeno grinned and placed a single finger underneath her chin and tilted her head up. He stared piercingly into her glossy doe eyes. “Gorgeous,” he remarked deeply.
Grace blushed and shied her eyes away. The two of them hadn’t been married long but Zeno never failed to make her weak at the knees. Her raspberry painted lips puckered into a small smile. “I-I-I thought this outfit w-would go perfect with your suit,” she said bashfully. “I wanted t-to match with you at y-your company’s gala next month.”
Zeno’s breath was taken away and his heart melted by his wife’s everlasting nobility. She was too good for him. “Even today, you’re still so considerate of me,” he chuckled. “I’ll buy you everything on the rack if you asked.”
“Of course I’m considerate of you,” Grace said enthusiastically. “I’m always thinking of you.”
Zeno smiled and wrapped his hands around her waist. Leaning down, he said, “You are too sweet for me, my little bunny.” Then tenderly kissed her on her raspberry lips. His fingers slid around her waist until he felt the clasp and zipper of the skirt. He simply pinched and released the clasp.
Surprised and flustered, Grace broke from his kiss. “Honey, what are you doing?” she whispered.
“You want this outfit, do you not?” he asked with grin. He stepped forward, backing her into the fitting room. He pulled the curtain closed behind him. “Let me take it off you.”
