Finding My Pack by Lane Whitt Page B

Once on, the bottom of my cheeks peek out. I tug on them trying to get them to cover everything. It doesn't work.
     
      "Logan?" I call out.
     
      "He's looking for shoes. Is there a problem?" I hear Remy's voice in answer.
     
      "Umm... I think he got the wrong size for me."
     
      The door opens and Remy stands there, looking me over. I blush and shrink into myself. That gray gaze of his makes me more self-conscious than I have ever felt. He doesn't make a move to leave, though. Remy clears his throat.
     
      "What doesn't fit?" His voice sounds deeper than normal.
     
      Oh, Lord! I shouldn't have said anything. I bite my lip, and then suck it up. He's here now so I should just get it over with. “The panties, they...don't cover everything. They're too short in the back. I turn, showing him what I mean.
     
      Remy's eyes fall on my behind, the intensity in his gaze feeling like a caress, heating my skin. I shiver. He blinks as if coming out of a dream and looks back to my face. "That's how they are supposed to fit Kitten." With that, he turns and walks out of the room.
     
      I take a deep breath, getting myself under control. I slip into a white cami top, pulling the soft blue sweater Logan wanted me to wear on. On the hook are a pair of black shorts, a black skirt, and a silky pair of black dress pants. Behind them are several shirts. Dressing up always makes me feel like an impostor but my legs are in no shape to be seen so pants it is.
     
      There's a tap on the door. "You about ready?" Logan calls.
     
      I open the door, stepping out. Logan frowns and Remy shakes his head. "Well, blue is not your color sweetie, you look as pale as a ghost. Turn for me," I do. "Those pants look great on you, though. Go back in, I have the perfect thing."
     
      After a few moments, Logan brings in a forest green sweater, the same soft one as the blue. I don't wait for him to leave I take the blue one off and slip the green one over my head. Logan fixes my hair, turning me toward the mirror. He stands behind me with his hands on my hips, satisfied smile on his face.
     
      "Perfect," he whispers in my ear.
     
      I meet his eyes, beaming a smile at him. I know he's probably more excited at his skills for clothing choices than who's wearing them, but still. Hearing him say I look perfect makes me happy. When we walk out Remy gives me a nod of approval. Logan has me sit on a bench and hands me a pair of dress socks to put on. He kneels in front of me and takes my foot in his hands.
     
      "So tiny," He mutters. He opens a box next to me, taking out a velvet-like ankle boot with at least a three-inch heel. He puts it on me and zips the side. He does that for the other one too, pulling me up to stand when he's done. I wobble a little, never having worn anything but sneakers. I walk around, holding onto his arm until I feel steady enough to walk on my own. Remy gathers the clothes and shoes I took off and tucks them under his arm.
     
      As we approach the counter I notice a small pile of clothes already sitting there. Logan pulls the tags off the pants and shirts I'm wearing, handing them to the lady that works here. Remy takes out his wallet, handing Logan a handful of money. Remy then takes my arm, leading me back to the car while Logan pays. I look up at Remy, wondering why we aren't waiting for Logan. He ignores my look as he leads me to his side of the SUV, opening the door and buckling me in like before. Logan comes out, putting the bag of clothes in next to me and jumps in the front.
     
      "I can't wait to take you shopping for real Kitten," Logan says looking back at me. I don't know what to say to that so I just look out the window.
     
      "Now, let's get you hired Miss Kitten," Remy says as we drive off.
    ……..
     
      As we walk into the ice rink I spot Miss Annie, the owner, behind the skate rental counter. She smiles and waves, I wave back. She hands a pair of skates over to a customer and walks