When Dmitry finally entered the room, he closed the door behind him and walked over to her. “I hope you don't mind," he said, his voice low and husky, "but I thought we could see the outfits you bought in private. There's a door over there that leads to a bathroom where you can change. It's a bit more... secluded." His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before moving down to her body, making her heart race even faster.
Abeni hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She glanced at the door he indicated, then back at Dmitry. He looked so confident and in control, and the idea of being alone with him in such close quarters made her heart pound even harder. But then she remembered the excitement she had felt earlier, the thrill of shopping and the freedom
