Josh hadn’t realized lingerie shopping would provide entertainment. He’d gone to the shop Ashley had suggested, and the instant he’d stepped foot inside, an assistant had made a bee-line to him. After he’d pulled out his list, the middle-aged woman had helped him meet Ashley’s requirements.
He’d added a few requests of his own since he believed Ashley should embrace her sexy. She could turn heads and still do an efficient job for her electorate.
They’d sorted out bras, getting the sizes and makes Ashley had specified since she knew they fitted well.
“My fiancé is often in the public eye. She wants to make sure her lingerie doesn’t show beneath her clothes,” Josh said.
“We have this new line. The boy-shorts are perfect to wear beneath trousers, yet they’re still very feminine.” The assi
