Captured by Imani L. Hawkins

Author:Imani L. Hawkins [Hawkins, Imani L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pyramese Publishing Group
Published: 2020-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Davina

Jon took me to the mall, if we could even call it that. It was a hallway filled with stores from arts and craft to large clothing chains that carried mostly name brand, high end clothes most in the small city could not afford.

We walked past a water fountain in the center of the entryway, filled with coins I’d once or twice dipped into to pay for a meal. The gray stone structure was unique, an angel kneeled over a pond, her hands pressed together as if in prayer. I’d often wondered why they’d chosen that waterfall but never gave it more than a moment’s thought. Whatever their reason, it was beautiful whether it fit there or not.

Just beyond the statue was a department store. Once inside, I sought out the discount racks and began rummaging through the clothing there before Jon swatted my hand.

“Girl, what are you doing? This rack is filled with last season’s clothes that obviously no one wanted.”

I shook my head. “There are some nice pieces here.”

“Nice for who?” He grabbed my shoulders and spun me toward him. “Let me explain something to you, sweetie. You’ll be working the bar with me and whatever outfit you choose will dictates how much you get tipped. And, let’s just be honest, I can’t have you behind that bar with me if you’re not as fabulous as I am.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that, especially with him standing there, striking up a few model poses to exaggerate the point.

“I don’t think I can afford…”

He plucked an American Express from the pocket of his lime green leather vest. “Oh, honey, you’re not paying for any of it. Smoke gave me this. Let’s charge this fucker to the moon!”

“Good idea,” I said, following to a different department.

He loaded up his arms with everything he thought I’d look good in, from a few mini dresses to short skirts, shorts, tight jeans and shirts that did little to hide my figure. As he’d put it, the more skin I flashed, the better tips I’d make and I couldn’t argue with that. Nor could I argue with his taste. Everything he picked out was perfect, classy yet sexy, a beautiful combination of the two that wouldn’t have me feeling slutty or like I’d have to sell my body for tips.

“Simple peaks of flesh go a long way, honey,” he’d said when I asked him about that but I knew there was something more to it than that. He cared how I was presented and didn’t want me giving anyone the wrong impression.

Once his arms were full, he guided me to the changing room to try everything on and I had to give it to him. He’d picked out the perfect sizes, down to the shoes, and I wondered if he’d gone rummaging through my clothes.

Before I could step out of the changing room, he’d tossed another twenty or so outfits over the door. “Try those, too.”

“Don’t you think we have enough?” I laughed, thinking about the thirty outfits I’d already tried on.

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