He doesn't stop smirking the entire time we are walking to the first store. The smirk turns to a scowl when a sales guy is overly helpful. When I tell said salesmen I am good and know what I want he smiles. Then runs into a rack of shirts. His recovery is less then smooth and then he fidgets trying not to draw anymore attention to himself. Problem is gorgeous man covered in tattoos in a trendy store in NYC is kind of a hard blend. He is worried about people eyeing me but after twenty minutes in the store of looking around letting him try to do his blend thing I find myself moving closer to him and shooting the glares.

"What did you find over here?" I try to sound casual as the girl at the front whispers to the guy with the blue hair behind the counter. I know what they see and I have a caveman reaction. My hand goes to the back of his neck and he jumps at the contact briefly but then relaxes. He grabs the first thing in front of him. I know he hasn't been really looking but I grab what he hands me along with the jeans and shoes I already have in hand and head to the dressing room. For an added bonus I rip the tags off the clothes and toss them to him along with my wallet and say loud enough for the others to hear in the small boutique.

"Here babe, why don't you pay while I change." I think I hear a grumble, I do hear a gasp for him. "Use our black card." Then I hear a huff, not from him.

I know I am being an ass but I like it. Even if it is just a little bit of a put on. It feels good to play at being his man. I never knew before what it was like to feel the joy in others being jealous over something I had, or they thought I did. Sure there are plenty that were jealous over my wealth or position but those really didn't mean much to me. I always had money and I worked hard for position. But for someone to be jealous and covet someone I was with, to wish they were the ones with him or me. That was some kind of sick thrill I should probably talk to my shrink about.

Walking out of the dressing room to the front of the store I see him standing there with an odd look on his face. I can't place it but he is swinging a bag from his finger leaning his hip on the counter. As I approach I notice the sales people are looking but not looking doing busy work. As I walk up he hands over my wallet and the bag. Then he shocks me by smacking my ass and drawing me closer. Leaning up he stage whispers in my ear.

"I got you a little something for later babe." then nips my lobe.

I can't hold back the squeak I let out in shock but try to recover. "Do I dare look?"

"Oh you dare." and he winks. Out of the corner of my eye I see they others blatantly watching now. Looking inside all I can see is a few bundles of red and blue so I start to lift them out I realize what it is. As I pull them higher I could feel myself getting a bit redder. As quick as I can I throw the thongs back in the bag, smack his ass and grab his waist. As I pull him out of the store I can't resist the urge to make him red.

"Oh baby boy I will give you a great show in these." I'm not sure whose gasp was louder his or the two in the store. Yes this was great fun pretending.