Chapter 13
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She tried to get in herself but she felt his hands enveloping her waist, lifting her up. She tried to hide her surprise. Once she got in, he hovered over her and buckled up her seatbelt. Her cheeks reddened, feeling like a child once again. He was too close to her and even his arm ended up brushing against her chest. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He should really stop babysitting her.
Once he was done, he closed the door on her side and rounded the truck. He got in the driver's seat and fired the engine. Looking down, she fidgeted with her fingers on her lap and chewed on her bottom lip.
They were going to buy some cake ingredients, he said. There were so many questions going through her head. Did he like the cake? Did he want her to make another? Or was there going to be a birthday party tomorrow? Where was he going to take her?
A large hand suddenly held her hand and stopped her from fidgeting. The sudden contact almost shocked her, tingles all over her skin. She looked up at him and he was looking down at her with concern.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Nothing," she mumbled, trying to ignore the way his thumb was rubbing her palm.
"Just say it."
"D-Did you like the cake?"
There was a moment of silence before he said, "Yes."
She could feel her cheeks heating up. Just that one word made her stomach flutter. Why was she feeling this way? How much more would she feel once he touched her? Butterflies were swimming inside her belly as she clenched her thighs together.
He glanced at her then as if he could sense it and she watched as his hand tightened on the steering wheel. The rest of the ride was hot and filled with their heavy breathing. It wasn't long until they reached a nearby city. She saw houses and buildings passing by, strangers walking down the street.
He parked just outside the mall. Stepping out of the driver's seat, he rounded the truck and opened her side. Before she could get down, his hands were around her waist, lifting her up and guiding her to the ground. The attention he was giving her was overwhelming.
He took her hands and dragged her inside the mall. They reached the grocery store and he took a cart. It turned out he didn't have a list of the things they needed so she was left to pick the ingredients herself.
Anastasia was leading the way and he followed closely after her. She walked to each section, feeling his eyes watching every movement she made. Stopping midsection, she looked up and found the cocoa powder on the top shelf.
When she stood on her tiptoes and reached up, she felt his presence behind her. His arm went up and took the powder. He put it in the cart and followed her as she walked to other sections, taking sugar, buttermilk, flour, vanilla extract, and dozens of eggs.
After everything was packed, he was carrying all of the bags. "Can I take some of the bags?" she asked, offering him help.
He shook his head. "You're too small for your own good. I can carry it all by myself."
He stalked away then and she followed after him, feeling useless. As they walked out of the grocery store, he stopped before a dress store. She frowned in confusion. He walked up to a woman and told her something Anastasia couldn't hear.
The woman smiled and nodded her head. Then she looked at Anastasia and began walking towards her. She froze, watching as the Alpha strided to a couch and sat there, placing the bags on the floor near his feet.
"This way, Mrs. Bourne," she greeted and led her to the corner of the stop and into the dressing room. Mrs. Bourne? Now how did she come up with that?
"Mr. Bourne wants you to wear this"" she said, showing her a beautiful dress. But the dress.. She thought it was too sexy for her.
"Um, no."
"Please, Mrs. Bourne, I'm just doing my job," she reasoned, almost pleading with her eyes.
Anastasia sighed, knowing this wasn't her fault. Knowing him, she might never be able to refuse anything he wanted her to do. The woman smiled politely, giving her the dress and a pair of heels.
Anastasia got inside the dressing and began removing her dress. Once she was done, she looked at herself in the mirror and gasped in shock. The dress was too short and the heels emphasized her legs.
No, she couldn't wear this. Not with him. Not in front of him. Not ever.
She groaned inwardly. It was just too.. sexy.
A knock came on the door. "Mrs. Bourne?"
"Give me a second," she replied in haste.
"Where is she?" she heard his angry voice outside the door. She began to panic as the woman tried to explain to him that she was still preparing herself, saying it's some kind of a feminine issue to take too long to dress up.
"Fine," he grunted and she heard his footsteps fade away. She sighed in relief.
"Is he gone?"
"Yes, Mrs. Bourne," the woman replied. "Are you ready?"
Anastasia took a deep breath and finally said, "Yes."
Once she finally opened the door, the woman looked over at her, stunned.
"W-What?" she asked, hoping I look fine. The woman shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. She led her outside and took her in front of the Alpha who was sitting on the couch, looking bored and impatient.
The moment he saw her, his eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down. She blushed deeply and shifted uncomfortably on my feet. He didn't say much but nodded his head towards the woman as if in an agreement.
He stood up and told something to the woman, once again leaving her in the dark. She felt suddenly angry, her hands fisting by her sides. If this concerned me, he better tell her what he's saying to her.
The woman nodded her head and walked over to her. "Please, follow me, Ms. Stone," she said and led her to the corner of the shop. She looked back and saw the Alpha looking at her back as she walked. Anastasia shot him an angry look. He only smirked back.
He slowly faded out of sight as she walked further away. "Try this one, Mrs. Bourne," the woman said, showing her a set of lingerie.
Anastasia shook her head. "There's no way I'm wearing that."
She tried explaining to her that it's his orders and that she couldn't disobey.
"Look, I can't," she explained. "This is way too much for me. I'll talk to him."
"Tell me what?" a deep voice asked behind her.
Despite her surprise, an arm wrapped around her waist as he pressed her against his side. "Is there a problem?" he asked, looking down at her.
"I don't want to wear this," she told him honestly.
He seemed calmer than she expected. "Baby doll, you know me," he murmured in her ear, his voice sounding punishment as if teasing her, "either you remove that dress or I'll do it myself."
She pushed him away with a glare and she heard his deep chuckle. She took the set from the woman who looked very much amused and walked away. Seething, she slammed the door shut as she walked into the dressing room.
To that female assistant, they might look like a cute couple. She groaned. If only she knew. She removed her dress and tried on the set. Looking herself at the mirror, she tugged her bottom lip under her teeth.
This was so embarrassing.
The woman in front of me was not her. She didn't know who she was. A loud knock sounded on the door, a fist hammering the wood. She jumped and quickly composed myself.
"Baby doll?" he called.
Oh, but she couldn't show up in front of him like this. She just couldn't. She knew she was a coward but knowing him, there's no way she could get out of here alive. She finally took a deep breath. It's now or never.
Opening the door, he came in with his tall self. She could feel her cheeks heating up furiously as his eyes roamed over her body. "Fuck."
