Chapter Twelve
CHAD
It felt like we’d been in this store forever.
After Victor entered the dressing room, the sales clerk had followed him inside, and from the look of things, neither of them were ever coming out again. I didn’t want to hurry Victor, but the urge to knock on the dressing-room door was growing. What the hell were they doing in there? How long did it take to try on f*****g clothes?
Finally, the door opened, and Pamela strolled out. She walked up to me and leaned over. I thought she was going to ask me a question about Victor. Instead, she snatched a box of underwear from my lap and walked back into the dressing room.
Huh. I thought Victor said you couldn’t try underwear on in the store. And maybe I’d get to see him wearing it.
Nah. My luck was never that good.
Then sh
