Chapter 25 A Business Expense
A BUSINESS EXPENSE
DYLAN
Amanda never came back to the store.
Katie frowned at her phone, reading the last message again. “She went to pick up Tina, so…”
I tried not to pump the air and feigned sadness. “So, it’s just the two of us now.”
She sighed, nodding. “I’ll go pay for the dress.”
“What? That’s nonsense,” I said, smoothly grabbing the dress from her hands and heading toward the cashier. “I can’t let a lady pay for such a beautiful dress. Right?”
The cashier nodded with a smile.
“Moments ago, you said you hated this dress,” Katie pointed out, fishing her tiny wallet from her bag.
“What?” I scoffed, slipping my card into the reader before she could argue. “I never said that. I just wanted you to buy more.”
“What are you doing? Let me pay—”
But the cashier cut in with a small, flirtatious smile. “If your boyfriend insists, you should let him spoil you and you should have bought more dresses.”
“Oh, we’re not—he’s not—”
I grinned, sliding my arm around Katie’s waist, the warmth of my touch making her stiffen slightly. “You heard him, darling. Do you want another dress? Maybe some heels? You know it’s a privilege for me to spoil my pretty princess.”
The cashier chuckled, handing me the bag.
Katie shot me a glare, but I ignored it as we stepped out of the store.
“Pretty princess?” She said, crossing her arms. “Really?”
I looked at her and said playfully, “You looked like one, dolled up in this dress.”
“You’re so strange. You know I’m going on a date with another man,” she mused, more to herself. “Yet you paid for the dress that you didn’t like, even though I’ll be wearing it on a… date.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned towards her. “I told you I don’t care about your stu—lunch date. Because I’m confident that no one will ever treat you as well as I do. Not in bed… or outside of it.”
Her lips parted, eyes flickering with something unreadable, but I didn’t wait for her response.
Instead, I took her arm firmly and led her toward the lingerie store.
I had to make amends and atone for my sins. I had been stealing her panties for far too long.
Now I was going to spoil her with my own purchases.
“Wait—what are we doing here?” Her voice was hesitant, barely above a whisper, as I strolled confidently through the store. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and champagne.
I ignored the curious and flirtatious glances from the staff, my hand still firmly around her waist.
“What do you think?” I smirked, plucking a scandalous red lace set from the shelf. “I’m buying you lingerie.”
“For my date with Justin?” She raised a brow, her tone laced with sarcasm.
My eyes twitched at the mention of that stupid fuckface. If we were alone, I might have thought about spanking her delectable ass, but I replied smugly.
“Darling, can’t you be sweet and not mention other men when I’m the one paying for your lacey thongs?”
She closed her eyes and sighed. Shaking her head, she said, “Dylan, I don’t need—”
I interrupted her by picking out a navy blue bra with delicate lace and intricate embroidery. “Look. This one matches your dress.”
She frowned but followed me around as I continued to gather the most tempting sets imaginable. Bras, thongs, stockings studded with tiny gemstones…
It was less about treating her and more for my pleasure. Because I could already picture her in every single one.
But also because her cheeks turned redder with each item I added to the basket.
“Can you stop now?” Katie said, grabbing my arm as I admired scandalous black lace stockings, picking out the ones with shimmers. “Haven’t you had your fun by now?”
“No, not yet,” I said before asking one of the staff for a trial room.
Since it was one of the luxurious lingerie brands, it had a private trial room for customers who were willing to spend ten grand a day.
And lucky for Katie (and Dylan junior,) I was in a mood to punish—I mean, cherish Katie trying on all the lingerie I had picked out for her, giving me my own strip show.
To be fair, I knew ten grand wasn’t enough to have such an honor by Katie, but it would suffice.
“Let’s go.” I held her hand and took her upstairs. The trial room was dimmed in pink and red lighting with scented candles flickering softly. A mirror leaned against the wall beside a curtained changing area. There was also a tissue box sitting conveniently on the table.
Well, we all knew exactly why it was there.
I sank onto the plush couch, spreading my legs, and dropped the lingerie onto the table in front of me.
“Go on,” I said. “I’ll be a good boy and let you pick your favorite to start with.”
“I’m not—”
I tutted her. “I thought you hired me so you could learn everything about seduction and woo John.”
“Justin,” she corrected, her voice flat.
“Same thing.” I waved her off and smirked. “If you wear sexy lingerie under any clothes, I’m sure you’d feel more confident in your approach.”
My pulse quickened when she slowly ran her fingers through the lacy bras and thongs, murmuring, “I’m not giving you a free show.”
A low throb pulsed in my pants. I clenched my hand. “Who said it’s for free?” I said. “I’ll pay for it.”
“Dylan…” She started, her voice firm. “You’re younger than me. I can’t let you pay for my lingerie.”
“Hush, darling. I think men should buy heels and lingerie for their… dates.” I shrugged. “I’ll call it a business expense.” I didn’t care if my accountant called me insane for splurging. I’d pay millions if not billions to see Katie Martinez give me my lingerie show.
“You’re so stubborn,” she said, shaking her head. After a few seconds of heavy silence, she finally sighed in surrender. “Don’t tell Amanda.”
“What? That her shy, virgin best friend gave me one of the hottest lingerie shows ever?” I teased.
She threw a delicate thong at my face, making me chuckle. “About how you paid for everything,” she said, stomping toward the small changing space.
I glanced at the thong in my hand and smirked. Maybe I should buy her fifty more if I were going to add them to my stash…
But all those thoughts vanished when her head poked out of the curtain, her cheeks flushed.
“What?” I said, itching to see more of her. “Come on out.”
“It’s not…” she stammered. “I don’t like it.”
I frowned, leaning forward, elbows resting on my knees. “What? Is it itchy? Are the tags rubbing you the wrong way?”
But I only picked out the one that had the softest and most comfortable material without any name tags. I knew she had very sensitive skin, so even a tiny tag would make her uncomfortable for hours.
“No, it’s just…”
“Come on out, Katie,” I coaxed, my voice lower now, thick with anticipation.
She hesitated, then sighed. “Fine… but close your eyes first.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I sighed and obeyed with my hands covering my eyes.
I heard the soft pads of her feet on the floor and anticipation burned through me. My mouth watering and ready to see her naked—almost naked.
“Y-you can open them n-now,” she mumbled, her soft voice echoing in the small space.