Chapter 12 Lane
Lane
The inside of the boutique was even better than the window display. Racks upon racks of lingerie hung neatly arranged by color and fabric—lace, silk, satin, and sheer mesh that shimmered faintly when I moved past it.
Everything looked expensive.
Everything looked like something I desperately wanted to wear.
A woman behind the counter glanced up as we entered.
“Hi, welcome in,” she said, stepping around the counter.
Her gaze moved over me—not in a judging way, but with the appreciative eye of someone who clearly worked in fashion.
“I haven’t had a customer all day, but that was obviously to prepare me for you,” she added with a delighted little smile.
“You’d look absolutely exquisite in our pieces. ”
My face warmed instantly. “Oh, thank you…”
“Have you worn lingerie before?”
“Yes,” I told her. “I’ve never been to a shop like this before, though. We usually buy from online stores.”
I was already drifting toward the nearest rack.
Greyson took over my role in the conversation, explaining that he’d taken us to this mall specifically for this store. Our usual mall had a lingerie store, but the only men’s items they had were a few spandex briefs.
As I ran my fingers over a row of gorgeous embroidered bodysuits, Greyson pulled out a piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to the woman. “These are his measurements, and you’ll also see some of the pieces he already owns, their sizes, and how they fit him.”
“Oh, wow!” she exclaimed, her brows high.
“This is super helpful.” She scanned the page quickly, her expression growing more impressed the longer she looked.
“This is incredibly thorough,” she said, glancing between the measurements and me.
“Chest, underbust, waist, hip… and notes about stretch tolerance?” She laughed softly. “Someone’s been very attentive.”
I grinned and glanced back at Grey. “It doesn’t surprise me anymore.”
Greyson didn’t look even slightly ashamed of that fact.
“Well, it definitely helps me,” she replied, already tucking the paper onto the counter beside her. “Give me just a minute, and I’ll pull a few things I think will suit you.”
While she disappeared behind a corner, I drifted further into the boutique.
Up close, the pieces were even prettier than they’d looked from the doorway. There were frilly babydolls, silky camisoles with tiny bows stitched at the straps, and lace panties in soft pastel shades that looked almost too pretty to wear.
I picked up a pale lavender set and held it up against myself.
“Daddy,” I whispered.
He stepped closer behind me, big hand settling easily on my waist. “Yes?”
“Look at this.”
He examined the piece. “That’s cute.”
“That’s all you have to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing.
He leaned down slightly so his mouth was near my ear. “I’m picturing you wearing it,” he murmured.
My ears went hot.
The associate returned just then, arms full of hangers. “I pulled a few things based on your measurements,” she said cheerfully, laying them across a velvet-topped bench near the fitting rooms.
I turned, immediately distracted. “Oh, my god.”
There had to be at least ten pieces there, all as beautiful as the next.
The woman smiled at my reaction. “We’ll start with these and see how they fit. If anything needs adjusting, we can pull different sizes.”
She gestured excitedly toward the dressing rooms. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I looked at Grey, who nodded, that familiar approving little smile on his face. “Go on,” he encouraged.
The associate, Melanie, according to her name tag, turned to Greyson as I carefully gathered the hangers.
“Now, as a shop policy, we do allow partners to peek in to see how things are fitting, only with the customer’s consent, of course.
The important thing is that nothing intimate occurs, for legal reasons and for the safety and cleanliness of our products. ”
Greyson inclined his head politely. “Understood.”
Melanie smiled, clearly satisfied, then gestured toward the seating area beside the fitting rooms. “There’s a bench right there if you’d like to sit while he tries things on.”
Greyson moved over and settled onto the velvet bench with the easy confidence of someone entirely at home in expensive places.
I was already halfway into the nearest dressing room with my little pile of hangers.
Just before I slipped behind the curtain, Melanie added brightly, “Oh! And since you two are the only ones here today…”
I paused, peeking back out.
She gave a conspiratorial smile.
“If you’d like, you can come out and show each piece once you put it on. Like a little fashion show.”
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Of course,” she said with a small laugh. “It actually helps a lot with fit. I can see how the fabric moves, where things sit, and whether we need to adjust sizes.” She glanced toward Greyson. “And I imagine your partner would enjoy the view.”
Greyson, who had leaned back slightly on the bench with his arms resting comfortably along the back, looked entirely pleased with that suggestion. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” he said.
My cheeks warmed at the flutter of excitement in my belly that the suggestion caused.
“Okay,” I murmured as Melanie grinned.
“Perfect.”
I ducked fully into the dressing room then, pulling the curtain closed behind me.
The space inside was just as elegant as the rest of the boutique, with a full-length mirror, a small velvet stool, and golden bars secured to the walls where I could hang the pieces from.
Outside the curtain, I could hear the low murmur of Greyson and Melanie chatting quietly.
I bit my lip as my eyes flicked from piece to piece, trying to decide what to try on first.
I picked up the first hanger—a pale blush lace set—and carefully started changing.
My heart was beating a little faster now.
The lace felt super soft against my skin as I adjusted the straps and smoothed the fabric over my hips.
Once everything was settled, I turned toward the mirror.
And hot damn.
The fit was like a dream—the bikini-cut underwear hugged me just right, cupping my junk instead of squishing it, and had the cutest scalloped edges in the back.
The top had a lot more support than I was used to, actually lifting my pecs.
The straps weren’t too tight, and the fabric didn’t itch like some cheaper lace products did.
I held my chest in my hands, gently squeezing, fascinated with how different it felt from my normal bralettes. I turned and twisted in the mirror, loving the femininity of it all.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, then squared my shoulders and pushed the curtain aside.
Both of them looked up immediately.
Greyson didn’t say a word.
He just stared.
The look on his face sent a heated little shiver down my spine. His eyes dragged slowly over me from head to toe, the same way he always looked at me when I’d put something on just for him. Or when I’d just killed…
He’d been leaning back on the bench before, but now he was sitting forward, forearms resting on his thighs.
Melanie stood up almost instantly, her hands clasping together in delight. “Oh wow,” she said. “That one looks gorgeous on you.”
I stepped out fully from the fitting room, giving a little turn like she’d suggested earlier.
The soft blush color looked even prettier against my pale skin than it had on the hanger.
“It feels really nice,” I said, running my hands over the fabric at my hips. “The bottoms are amazing. They fit really well.”
“That’s exactly what we aim for,” Melanie said with a happy nod. “A lot of brands forget that tailoring makes all the difference.” Her gaze moved to the top. “And the top?”
I lifted my arms slightly, feeling the structure of it again. “It’s… different,” I admitted. “In a good way. This feels a lot more supportive than what I usually wear.”
Melanie smiled, obviously passionate about her job. “That’s because it is a bra,” she explained. “This one’s structured like a classic A-cup. We design them with a little lift for the chest while still fitting a flatter frame.”
“Ohhh,” I said, looking down at it again. “That makes sense.” I pressed my palms lightly against my chest again. “It really does lift everything.”
From the bench, Greyson finally spoke. “Yes,” he said slowly. His voice had gone lower. “It does.”
I glanced at him. The look he was giving me made desire swirl deep in my belly.
Melanie noticed the exchange and half-smothered a little smile. “Well,” she said, “the set definitely works for you.”
I twirled once more, admiring the scalloped edges at the back in the mirror near the fitting rooms. Then a thought popped into my head.
“Do you have accessories?” I asked, turning back toward her. “Like garters or little things to go with it? I feel like it could be dressed up more.”
Melanie’s face lit up like I’d just said her favorite sentence in the world. “Oh, absolutely!” She gestured toward a nearby display. “We have garter belts, thigh garters, silk robes, stockings… even some harness pieces if you want something a little more dramatic.”
I looked back at Greyson with a grin. “Daddyyy.”
He leaned back again slowly, clearly enjoying himself. “Go ahead, baby,” he mused, subtly adjusting himself in his pants. “This is as much of a present to myself as it is to you.”
Melanie laughed, her cheeks faintly tinged with pink. “God, if only my wife saw it that way. Well, come on then, let’s get you all accessorized!”
Melanie hooked her arm lightly around mine and steered me toward a display table near the fitting rooms like a stylist preparing a model backstage.
“Alright,” she said, already reaching for pieces. “If we’re doing a fashion show, we might as well do it properly.”
She began placing things into my hands one by one, and once my arms were full, I practically skipped behind the curtain again.
A minute later, I stepped back out.