were blessed with great asses too.
“He is gorgeous, isn’t he?”
Heat climbed into Marci’s face to be caught staring at the man’s ass. She quickly looked at the blonde whose name tag said Ashlyn . “Yes, he is.”
Ashlyn smiled. “Don’t be embarrassed. I stare at him every chance I get.”
“He’s your husband?”
“No. Just a very good friend who’s helping me until I hire more salesclerks.” Ashlyn clasped her hands in front of her. “How can I help you?”
“I’d like a new bra and panties. I was thinking of black, but…” She glanced at Llyr. “He said that wouldn’t look good on me. I wear black a lot.”
Ashlyn smiled again. “You should wear whatever makes you feel good. But some colors do work better than others, depending on hair color, skin tone, things like that.” She tapped her chin with one finger, her eyes narrowed. “I agree with Llyr. You’d look better in dark gray than black.”
Marci wrinkled her nose. She hated gray. It made her think of her third grade teacher, Mrs. Jewel. She’d always worn gray or brown old-fashioned dresses that made her look frumpy.
“But not for lingerie. You want something very feminine and sensual. Perhaps something to match your new dress?”
“Yes, that would be per…” Marci stopped when she realized what Ashlyn had said. She’d left her new dress in her car. Ashlyn couldn’t possibly know about it. “How did you know I bought a new dress?”
Ashlyn shrugged. “Lucky guess.”
Before Marci could question her further, Ashlyn continued. “Let me show you the lavender and blue displays. I’m sure we can find something you’ll love.”
Marci followed Ashlyn across the store, nodding and smiling at women along the way. There must be at least twenty women in the store, ranging in age from late teens to mid-sixties. Lavender Lace hadn’t been open long, but it was already a success.
The display made Marci stop and stare. The royal blue demi-bra and thong on the mannequin was the sexiest lingerie she’d ever seen. Ivory lace edged both items, making them look feminine as well as sexy.
“Would you like to try them on?” Ashlyn asked.
Marci dragged her gaze away from the mannequin and back to Ashlyn. “I, uh… I don’t wear thongs or bras that low-cut. I mean, I do wear nice lingerie, but nothing like…” She waved one hand at the display. “That.”
“Why not? You have a lovely figure. You should show it off to your special man.”
“I don’t have a special man.”
“What about the one you’re having dinner with tonight?”
“That’s just a business dinner. He isn’t…” Marci stopped again. Ashlyn couldn’t possibly know about her dinner with Keefe tonight. She’d go along with the lucky guess about the dress. This went way beyond lucky guesses. “How did you know about my dinner?”
“I have sheer stockings in a beautiful taupe color that would be perfect for your skin tone. Thigh-high with lace around the tops. Very sexy with a garter belt.”
Marci noticed that Ashlyn had ignored her question. “Are you psychic?”
Ashlyn smiled. “I’ll be happy to take the lingerie into a dressing room for you. Would you like to look at the garter belts? I have one that matches this bra and thong.”
Marci opened her mouth to respond, but shut it before speaking. She felt as if she’d stepped through a door into another land. Peggy was usually the only one who could confuse her so completely. “I don’t wear thongs or garter belts.”
“But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?”
Yes, she’d like to. Marci loved sexy lingerie, and had always yearned to wear as little as possible beneath her clothes. She’d never worn anything as sexy as the royal blue set.
“I can show you all types of bras and panties that would be the type you usually wear.” Ashlyn leaned a bit closer to Marci and lowered her voice. “Why not go for something different and daring?”
Different and daring sounded really good. It