Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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The way Elodie looked in the dresses I chose for her, was impossibly tempting.
Out of both black dresses, I think the first looked best. After she tried on the second one, it looked equally as good on her, but the first had to be better. I left her to change back into her own clothes, while I waited outside her dressing room.
I had even more of a temptation to pull my phone out and control her vibrator all of a sudden too, but I let that thought slide for the moment. There'll be a better time.
Elodie finally comes out of her dressing room, holding the few dresses she picked out in her hands, but also both of the ones I picked out.
"I'm done. I'm going to go pay and I'll be out. I'll meet you outside in-"
I cut her off before she can try and cheat me with a little game of hers.
"Now now, don't play around. Give me the dresses." I reach my hand out.
Elodie shakes her head. I challenge her by keeping our eye contact for long enough, that she gives into me. "Fine." She replies, handing me that two dresses I chose.
She then walks off towards the tills, not looking back to make sure I'm following her. I do in fact do just that, but I end up two people behind Elodie in the queue.
However, I can still hear her from where I'm stood, and I realize how well she seems to be speaking in Spanish. The lady serving here doesn't seem to be asking many very complicated questions, so it should be easy, but I'll give it to her that it's a little impressing to know that for the situation.
She finishes paying and leaves the store, as do the two people in front of me, before it's my turn to pay. I get up to the register, placing all of my things down.
"Necesitarás una bolsa?" The woman asks me, and I reply to her with a simple 'Sí'.
I think it's quite obvious that I would need a bag, but I don't mention anything. She scans my things pretty fast, and I'm about to slide my card into the reader, when she speaks to me again.
"Estos son para ti? Se verían bien." I almost grin at her compliment. (Translation: Are these for you? They would look good.)
"No para mí." (Translation: Not for me.)
Her small smile fades into a little frown and she hums.
The payment goes through, she tells me to have a nice day, and I leave.
As soon as I exit the shop, I see Elodie waiting for me, leaned against a pillar, texting on her phone. She must sense my presence as I get closer, because she looks up and stuffs it back into her bag.
"I have a few more shops I want to head to." Elodie informs me automatically. I'm a little confused as to why she had to point it out to me, because I already had told her before to go wherever she wants.
