Page 25 of High Value Target
Grady fell in behind them, and Jonathon hurried to open the door for them all, insisting the purchases would be delivered before five.
They wandered through several more stores, and when they passed an upscale lingerie store, Tinsley couldn’t help dragging Kiley inside, Grady in tow.
The discomfort was written all over his face as he stood against the wall in his dark suit, trying to look anywhere but at the rows of barely-there teddies, nighties, and thongs.
Tinsley perused the displays and grabbed a few items. She stopped at the perfumes and couldn’t help teasing Grady with it.
“Palmer finds this perfume intoxicating.” She got close to him in a seductive way, spraying a bit on her. “What do you think?”
He breathed in the scent, his eyes moving over her face to stop on her mouth, staring like he might kiss her, then said, “You smell like drama and a headache.”
Slamming down the bottle, she moved to a table nearby and held up a tiny thong of silk and lace. “Do you find this sexy?”
Grady shoved his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat, avoiding answering her.
Tinsley grinned in the knowledge she was getting to him.
“Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with,” a smiling saleswoman said.
“Do you have a 32C bra that goes with this one?” She dangled the thong from the end of her finger, her eyes shifting again to Grady, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
The woman dug in a drawer and came up with one of the sexiest bras Tinsley had ever seen.
“Wonderful. I’ll take it.”
“Would you like to try it on?”
“That won’t be necessary. But I would like to try these on.” She held up one of the sexier teddies she’d found and a couple other items.
“Right this way, ma’am.”
“Is there somewhere my… gentleman friend can sit?”
“Yes, ma’am. Follow me, please.”
The clerk led them through a door in the rear corner of the store and a hallway to several dressing rooms and a small area with chairs and a large gilt mirror.
“I can wait out here,” Grady objected.
“No, sit here. I’d feel safer,” Tinsley insisted.
“Miss Wyatt, I—” Before he could finish, she disappeared into a room and heard him sit down with a huff.
It didn’t take her long to undress and shimmy into the garment. With a quick turn and glance over her shoulder to make sure everything was tugged straight, she opened the door and strode out. “I need a man’s opinion on this one. Do you think Palmer will like it?”
Grady froze, his eyes sweeping over her as she twisted and turned in front of the gilt mirror. The room was painted a deep burgundy, and the lighting was dim, setting an erotic tone. It wasn’t necessary; the garment was doing all the work.
It was a red lace teddy that exposed a large section from neck to waist, held together with tiny straps.
“What do you think?” She put her hands on her hips and twisted to show off her curves to the best advantage.
“Holy hell,” he whispered under his breath, then cleared his throat. “It’s, ah, very nice.”
“Nice? That’s the best you can do?” She stalked into the dressing room and came out two minutes later in a pale pink satin corset that hooked down the middle and had laces going up both sides, revealing a lot of side boob. It had a matching panty and garter with stockings in the same pale pink. She moved in front of him. “Maybe you prefer something a little more feminine?”
He whistled softly.
“Do you think Palmer will like it?” She ran her hands down her body, then turned to the mirror, revealing her bare ass cheeks in the thong.