Wild Lover Complete Series (11 page)

             
“Okay,” he said. “Will it take hours and hours?”

             
She laughed. “First of all, no. I’m a pretty decisive shopper. Second of all, like I have time to spend hours and hours? I have to get all this crap packed up by like tomorrow so I can actually move around my apartment.”

             
Blaine laughed and said he’d pick her up in an hour. When they arrived at Bloomingdales, one of Mia’s favorite places in the world, she put on her shopping blinders and made a straight beeline for the formal section. If she got sucked into makeup, or handbags, or shoes, they really would be here for hours. Plus, she was a girl on a teacher’s salary. She’d learned to focus when she shopped.

             
She pulled a few likely dresses from the racks. Blaine sat in a chair outside the dressing room and read the Wall Street Journal online. Mia tried on a few things that were definite no’s, showed him a couple she felt wishy-washy about, and then hit the jackpot with a pretty sky blue beaded dress. It was tight, but came to just below her knee, so it felt elegant. She didn’t want to be trying too hard. She had a pair of gold heels that would match it perfectly. Best of all, it was on the sale rack.

             
She cat-walked the waiting area outside the dressing rooms for Blaine. A couple other bored husbands and boyfriends sat in the chairs around him, and she couldn’t help but notice their appreciative glances.
              “Gorgeous, babe,” said Blaine. “Maybe one more, and you’ll be good to go.”

             
She scowled. “This was the last one. I don’t like any of the others that much.”

             
Blaine stood up. “I thought I saw something over here…”

             
She followed him. “What, are you the fashion expert now?”
              “Haha, hardly. But it just screamed St. John to me.” He circled the racks of clothes. “Oh—here it is.”

             
He held up a stunning floor length gown. It was strapless, with an empire waist, and a long flowing silk skirt. The bodice started out white and spread to a rainbow of colors at the hem. Mia raised her eyebrows. “It’s gorgeous… but…” She glanced at the tag. The dress was $2,500. “A bit out of my price range.”

             
“Try it on,” he said.

             
She shrugged and took the dress from him. When she put it on in the dressing room, she almost gasped at her own reflection. It fit her like it had been hand tailored. The tight bodice tastefully showed off her breasts, and the free flowing skirt clung to her bottom just enough. She walked out of the dressing room.

             
“Wow,” said Blaine, and the two guys beside him looked at Mia with gaping mouths, like beached fish.

             
“It’s beautiful.” She motioned Blaine closer and whispered in his ear. When he leaned down he ran a hand over her ass. “I can’t afford this,” she said.

             
“I can.”

             
She shook her head. “No way. Are you kidding? After all your talk about your ex-wives using you for money?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

             
“It’s okay, I want to buy it for you.”

             
“No,” said Mia, all stubbornness. “I’ll wear one of my old sorority dresses.”

             
Blaine laughed, and kissed her forehead. “The fact that you don’t want me to buy it makes me want to do it even more. Listen, I’m buying that dress. I hope you’ll wear it.”

             
She grabbed his arm and shook him. “You’re so frustrating,” she said, but she was smiling.

             
“If you don’t wear it, I’ll have to find some other girl who will.”

             
She swatted him.

             
“I’m just kidding. Maybe I’ll wear it myself.”

             
She laughed. “I’m sure that would impress all your friends.”

             
So Blaine bought the long dress and Mia bought the short one. They moved on to the men’s section, because Blaine needed a few new pairs of jeans. There wasn’t anyone around, not even a salesperson.

             
“Guess men have better things to do today than shop,” said Mia. She ran her fingers over a few silk ties.

             
Blaine grabbed her hand. “I need to try this stuff on.”

             
“Go ahead, silly,” she said. “You don’t need me.”

             
He grinned, and suddenly she knew what he had on his mind.

             
“No—Blaine. We can’t. Not in Bloomingdales!”

             
“Shh…” he tugged her toward the men’s dressing room.

             
“They have cameras! I’ll be banned from the store!”

             
He closed a dressing room door behind them. “It won’t take long…and if anyone is watching via camera they’ll just be jealous…”

             
He rubbed between her legs with his thumb. Despite her nerves, she felt herself getting wet through her yoga pants, and that familiar throbbing pressure.

             
“Just turn around,” he said. She obeyed and he slid her pants over her ass. He slid a finger inside her.

             
“Oh!” she said. He usually took his time. This was all so abrupt. Still, the very urgency of it turned her on.

             
“Are you ready?” he asked. He kissed her ear and pushed his finger deep inside her. “You seem ready. You’re wet already.”

             
“You always make me wet,” she said. “I’m in a permanent state of arousal.”

             
“That’s what I want to hear.” She heard him shuffling with his belt buckle, and then felt prodding heat between her legs. She braced herself with both hands against the wall. Blaine pushed into her with a low moan.

             
“Look…” he said. “Look in the mirror.”

             
Mia looked over one shoulder, and then the other. She had a different view from each of the dressing room’s mirrors. In one she could see her own profile. Her arched back and splayed legs. The second showed her Blaine’s hands on her breasts through her top. The third gave the best view. His jeans had fallen down, and his tightly muscled ass moved with his thrusts. Mia had always had a hard time coming from penetration, but as she watched Blaine pump into her, and his hands on her bottom, she felt her own orgasm coming on. She bit her lower lip, and came in a series of low whimpers. Blaine didn’t take long to follow her. He came on her back with his own suppressed sounds of ecstasy.

             
He rested his head between her shoulders. “That was amazing. How can it feel that good that fast?”

             
His curiosity made her smile. “I don’t’ know,” she said. “That might be a record for me.”

             
“How are we going to clean up?” He looked around the dressing room. “I can’t wipe you down with jeans I haven’t bought.”

             
She laughed and directed him to the tissues in her purse. He wiped her back and kissed her.  She touched his sleeping cock. “Now you’ll be able to fit in those jeans. If this guy was awake, you’d never be able to button them.”

             
He kissed her nose. She peeked out the dressing room door. “I’d better sneak out of here.”

             
She slid out, and thought she’d made a clean break, until a Bloomingdales staff member stopped her. “The women’s dressing rooms are that way, miss,” the elderly gentleman in the bow-tie said.

             
She giggled like a schoolgirl and said, “Oh! Of course. Silly me!”

             
The salesman raised one eyebrow at her. “Why don’t you head that way.”

             
“Right,” she said.

             
“Oh, and miss?”

             
“Yes?”

             
“I’ve been working here for twenty years. I’ve seen it all. You might have thought you were being quiet, but you’ll have to do better than that.”

*

              Mia thought she’d gotten used to the bombshells that Blaine tended to drop on her, but his proclamation in the kitchen the next day made no sense.

             
“What you do you mean, you have to run a charter? We’re supposed to leave the day after tomorrow.”

             
“I know…but I cancelled on this guy for this weekend, obviously. He asked if I could take him out tomorrow morning. I feel bad. He’d planned to take two important clients with him.”

             
“Blaine—there are other charters!”

             
“I know, but this guy has been great about bringing me clients.”

             
“Why do you care so much? It’s not like you need the money.”

             
Blaine threw up his hands. “It’s not about the money, Mia. I love taking people fishing. It makes me happy. It makes me happier than anything that ever made me tons of money.”

             
She sighed. “Okay, I’m sorry. That was out of line.”

             
“I get it. I get that it seems weird that I’d want to work… basically in manual labor… with the money I have. But it’s my passion.”

             
Mia walked across the kitchen and hugged him. “You haven’t even packed yet.”

             
He kissed the top of her head. “I can pack in an hour. Throw some stuff in a bag and sort it out when we get there. Besides, I’m taking the boat down. You’ll be there a day or two before me.”

             
“That makes me nervous.”

             
“It will be fine. I have a guy down there, Calvin, who takes care of everything for me. He’ll meet you at the airport. Take you to the rental house. Make sure you have everything.”

             
“I know… and it will be good for me.” She squeezed him. “An adventure.”

             
“I have to go to bed early. Have to be up at 4am. You want to spend the night?”

             
She agreed and they brushed their teeth, changed into pajamas, and completed the other mundane going to bed rituals. She slid under the down comforter beside him and snuggled into the crook of his arm. He kissed her, but didn’t make a move to take it any further. That was fine with Mia. She listened to him breath until she thought he’d fallen asleep. She shifted in his arms and he pulled her closer.
              “I love you, Mia,” he said.

             
She waited a second before replying, to let those words sink it. Then she repeated his sentiment back to him and fell asleep against his chest.

*

             
Mia slept long past Blaine’s 4am wake up time. She got herself out of bed, went home and finished her packing. It was hard to believe that in two days she’d be settling in to a rented beach cottage for the rest of the summer… or what Blaine considered a cottage, anyway. For all she knew, Blaine’s idea of a cottage could be her idea of a mansion.

             
She met a few girlfriends for coffee and stopped by her parent’s house to drop off Perdita, her dachshund. She dumped all of Perdita’s accoutrements with her mother: dog bed, leashes, sweater (seemed pointless in the south Florida heat but you never know) dog food, treats, nail clippers chew toys and Perdita’s favorite blanket. She bid her canine daughter a tearful farewell. Perdita didn’t seem too concerned. She sat at Mama Maria’s feet as she made chicken salad and waited for dropped morsels. She gave Mia a commiserating lick, but that was it.

             
It took two trips in her tiny Prius to get all Mia’s luggage to Blaine’s condo. By the time she’d settled down in front of the TV, she realized it was almost 4pm. She checked her phone, but still nothing from Blaine. She frowned, but reminded herself that he didn’t have cell service off shore. He’d said he’d be back at the marina around five in the afternoon, but maybe he was running behind.

             
She watched the news and then some reality television, but when seven o’clock rolled around and she still hadn’t heard anything, she began to worry in earnest. She called her mom for an outsider’s opinion.

             
“What should I do, Mom?” Mia asked.

             
Mia could almost see Maria pacing her kitchen with Perdita skittering around her heels. “Mimi, Mimi, I’m not sure what to say. Have you called him?”

             
“Yes. Over and over. It goes straight to voicemail.”