"Miss Anderson" Mr. Hudson knocks stridently on the hard wooden door. "It's five pm" his voice is dull as if he is dreading the evening ahead. After our little game of questions Mr. Hudson advised that we go dress shopping while insulting me in the process like he always does. I was just planning to wear one of my dresses that I bought along with me on the ship but Mr. Hudson hastily declined saying 'it looks too cheap'. Of course he would say that.

He was probably used to girls who rock custom made Christian Dior silk dresses and Louboutin heels but those kind of things were blatantly out of my budget.

"I'm coming" I say, still struggling to get my jeans on. I take out my ponytail leaving my luminous blonde waves to cascade down my back. I slip on my vans and open the door to see Mr. Hudson dressed as if he was having dinner already. "Why so dressy?" I ask feeling underdressed.

"I'm not overdressed. It's just a difference in income and status" he snarks, walking away from me.

Low blow Mr. Hudson.

We saunter up to what looked like the most prestigious and expensive store I've ever been to. Rendu Beau I read the sign above the glass doors. We enter the store and to say that this store looked like money was an understatement. The walls were glossy white with huge lavish paintings of crème coloured roses dancing in random directions but still managed to look harmonized. Shiny, gold racks held the beautiful variety of dresses that I would have to choose from this evening while glass cages held heels sitting snugly on black cushions embroidered with gold roses matching the black carpet under my vans. The carpet was thick, making my vans sink into it with every step I took. It had gold flowers on vines all across it just like the cushions holding the exorbitant heels.

"Welcome to Rendu Beau" a black short middle aged lady says to us with a slight French accent." We have dresses and suites as you can see from our ornate display" she continues. "Feel free to walk around and find your best" she leaves us with that statement before sashaying off to the glass desk.

"Pick what you like but either black or red" Mr. Hudson whispers in my ear as I inhale sharply not expecting him to be that close. I nod and walk away quickly feeling too hot to be around him. I search the racks throughout the store picking up what I like and shoving them in my hand to try on when I'm finally done. A worker in the store soon helps me by taking the dresses to a dressing room. I wasn't yet satisfied with the dresses that I picked but they were gorgeous nonetheless. When I get to another rack I see Mr. Hudson looking at a red, lace strapless dress with a low back. It is long with ruffling details at the bottom of it and a split all the way to the center of the dress. It looked too seductive to wear on a fake date. It screamed 'rich, sexy seductress. I have tons of men after me'.

He liked it. I knew from him touching the lace and running his fingers down the bottom of the dress and back up. I liked it too but I wasn't wearing a dress like that in the presence of Mr. Hudson. The little tension that was growing between us would be heightened if I wore a dress like that and I wasn't taking any chances with it.

He looks up from the dress catching my eyes on him. He pulls the dress off the rack and walks to me placing it in my tiny, clammy hands.

"I'm not wearing this" I protest making it clear and shoving it back in his hands so he could take it back to the end of the rack.

"Don't you like it? It's a magnificent dress" he tells me without taking his captivating eyes from mine. My throat goes dry and I gulp down as much saliva as I can to moisten it. "Tell me don't you like it, Noah" he whispers my name seductively stepping into my personal space and consuming me with his presence. My heart rate increases, not being able to handle the tension boiling between us. He slips his warm hand in the hair at the back of my head earning an involuntary gasp from my dry lips. "Do you like it?" Mr. Hudson asks as he plays with my hair, keeping his eyes trained on me and I do the same.

"Yes" I whisper truthfully feeling as if I've been put under a spell by Mr. Hudson, compelling me to answer in truth. After realizing how close we are I step back breaking the intimate force that was pulling us together. "I'm going to the dressing room."

I saunter off briskly wanting to get away from Mr. Hudson and his seductive ways. I realize that I still have the dress clasped in my hands as I walk to the dressing rooms. I see all the dresses that I had picked out earlier hanging on one of the doors. At the corner of my eyes I see Mr. Hudson taking a seat on the bench in front of the dressing room. I enter the dressing room and try on the first dress I picked out. It's a sweetheart neckline dress with thick black straps and black sequins coating it. The hem of the dress stops at the middle of my knee making it a comfortable length. I walk out of the room showing it to Mr. Hudson for his semi-approval. He didn't have to approve of a dress for me to wear as I was the one wearing the dress and doing him a favor.

"I don't like it" he says plainly not even giving it a second glance. I look in the mirror again not feeling too content with how it looked. I continued with the dress hunt.

After about trying on five dresses that I didn't like too much I decide to now try on the dress that Mr. Hudson gave me. It was the one that I really liked but if I didn't want to wear it after trying it on I would just go with the plain black high neck dress that would look simple but still classy. I pull on the red lacy dress onto my figure. It fit like a charm. The sweetheart neckline outlined my small breasts perfectly and slit stops almost at the beginning of my thigh not making it too risky. I liked it.

I step out of the dressing room once again feeling overwhelmed by the grey eyes that capture my figure as I stand.

"Perfect" Mr. Hudson smiles standing up coming my way. He stops in front of me and gently spins me around to face the mirror. My eyes rake my body and a smile stretches across my face as I like what I saw in the mirror. Mr. Hudson stands behind me looking at my reflection with eyes clouded with lust.

Not even Parker looked at me that way.

Our eyes meet in the mirror and every strength within me disappeared. I didn't want to continue locking eyes with him but I didn't have the willpower to look away. His eyes were captivating, luring me in with every passing second. I feel his warm fingers touch mine and he pushes his fingers between my fingers sending goosebumps flying all over my body. He dips his head to meet the space behind my ears not doing anything in particular but just breathing. His breath travels from the back of my ear to my neck sending chills down my spine. In the spur of the euphoric moment I turn around facing him. With only the sensations of lust and want taking over my body I move my hand to the back of his neck pulling his face closer to mine.

Here I can see his perfect freckled nose, how it dips then rises at the tip. His pink lips are full and kissable which adds to the temptation of kissing him. I inch my lips closer to his and he doesn't resist. Our lips touch slightly, threatening each other to see whose lips will crash first. I push my head forward with anticipation not willing to wait anymore ready to take his lips-