Nope, not sexy enough. Jessica huffed, holding up two different lingerie sets she’d spotted near the back of the boutique she’d entered. A woman much younger than her who was previously chewing gum jumped up at the till when she entered the store and waved awkwardly at her. She spoke like a teenager with curly caramel hair and blue eyes. She wore a white T-shirt with a pride rainbow love heart on the chest. Her jeggings were blue with pink criss-cross ribbons lining either side of each leg. The teen looked Jessica up and down, openly appreciating her with more confidence than she had at that age. She smirked at the time and winked at her, which sent the teen flustering into her cell phone bashfully. 

If the shopgirl had been older, Jessica would have asked for her opinion on the two lingerie options she held up in each hand. Both were a mesh bra and thong, with garters and love hearts over where the nipples would be visible. Matching little love hearts connected the garter belt together above her bellybutton, and where the garter straps of the belt attached to the garters around her thighs. One set of lingerie was neon orange and the other set was black. I could pull off either under my tassel dress, and you wouldn’t be able to see even the black one, but which one would suit me best? She hummed with thought, and turned her head to look for the nearest mirror. She absently noticed there was a man in the store with her earlier, but didn’t pay him much attention. This changed when she found a full-length mirror beside a rack of ties, as this was where he was stood. Jessica walked over to the mirror and glanced to the left at one hell of a male specimen. He was tall, had a racing snake figure with muscles that his fancy suit could not contain, and clearly took excellent care of himself. His thin dreadlocks were well groomed, and he knew how to accessorise his attire. Jessica mentally drooled as she leaned back to check out his ass. My God, his ass is astounding. Those thighs look like they could break a chair. 

“Can I help you?” His voice was deep and smooth, like he was used to lowering it but if he ever shouted, it would boom forth like thunder. Jessie was still leaning back from clearly checking him out when she lifted her green eyes up to see his face was just as tasty looking as the rest of him. Strong jaw, trimmed beard, fathomless dark brown eyes that rooted her to the spot, and thick lips that she could imagine doing wicked things to her. 

“Oh, I hope so.” Her smirk was so filthy, Dorian was taken aback. “I’m torn between which one would suit me better.” She turned to face Dorian and held the neon orange lingerie set against her body. Jessie’s posed like he could imagine her naked and ready to pounce him. A lioness licking her lips at the sexy dark meat she wanted to sink more than her teeth onto. “You’ll give me your opinion, won’t you?” 

“…” Dorian put the tie he was pretending to examine and gave Jessica his full attention. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and took a moment to regard the woman before him. Her arousal slithered up into his nostrils, her pupils were dilated, and her body language screamed the same phrase that was detailed on the ass cheeks of her jeans. She clearly thought she was the predator here, and he had to grin at her moxie. He cocked his head to one side and made a show of examining the lingerie outfits like he was appraising which car to buy. He certainly wasn’t imagining her perky tits in either mesh bra, with her nipples poking through the love hearts. Or if her bubble butt would bulge pleasantly against the garter straps. “Why should I give you anything?” He smirked down at the flirty blonde and started to walk around her. “I don’t comment on the underwear of strange women.” Dorian walked past her and suppressed the urge to smirk at how she predictably gave chase to her ‘prey’. 

“My name is Jessie.” She sauntered after and put herself between Dorian and the row of shirts he was feigning interest in. “There. I’m not a stranger anymore.” She slid herself in front of him, blocking the shirt from view with the black lingerie set held against her. “I think I look good in black. What do you think?” Her lips curled into an open smirk on the ‘k’. 

“Why do you care what a stranger thinks?” He didn’t look at her, reaching over her head to lift a hanger and a grey shirt from the rack behind her. Jessica narrowed her eyes on Dorian and raised a brow. Oh, playing hard to get, are we? We’ll see about that. 

“Firstly, I’d love to know your name. Followed by your number.” He turned his head to look down at the confident pup yapping at his ankles. My my my, you’re bold as brass, aren’t you? “Secondly, you’ve made a lady ask you twice now. You could give me insecurity issues with your lack of answer. If you’re a gentleman, you’ll answer me to put my mind at ease.” 

“Firstly?” Dorian mocked her, looking her right in the eye and leaning so close, she wondered if he might kiss her. “Knowing each other’s names, doesn’t mean you’re not a stranger. My name is Dorian, but I will not be giving you my number or my opinion on which set of underwear you would look best in.” His smirk grew and he put the shirt back on the rack behind her head. “Secondly, you’ve made two false assumptions in your attempt to manipulate me into giving you what you want.”

“Have I?” She fluttered her lashes up at him and licked her bottom lip into her mouth, and between her teeth. 

“Indeed.” His voice rumbled, and he leaned down. Not to kiss her, but to speak quietly to her ear. “You’re clearly no lady, and I am far from a gentleman.” Dorian leaned back and indulged in how flustered, and far from put off the minx was. “You’ve only been right about one thing so far.” 

“Which is?” She asked, hooked on Dorian’s every word, even as he started walking away from her. He was level with the till and about to leave the boutique, when he unleashed his parting shot and hit her right in her downstairs brain. 

“You look good in black.” Mother fucker. Her heart fluttered, her thighs pressed together, and her pussy demanded action! Dorian left the store before she could even think of chasing after him. 

“You.” Jessica startled the till girl, and briefly looked down at her name badge. “Hallie.”

“Yes ma’am?” 

“Do you know who that man was?” She pointed after Dorian with her right hand, and her left slammed the black lingerie down onto the till counter. Because call me Edmund Hillary, as I’m going to climb that Mount Everest and make it my bitch. 

“Dorian Defoe?” Hallie turned her head to check out of the store window and watched him get in his black escalade. She nodded and did a double take at the evil-villain level grin on Jessica’s face. “Why?” 

“Never you mind, kiddo.” Jessica winked at her and tapped the sexy underwear set. “Ring it up.” And Lord help that poor man, because I’m about to catch him in my web and fuck that guy into next year. He just oozed with authority and just the right amount of restraint that promised a wild night between the sheets. A night he would never forget.