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Impossible Gifts

Copyright© 2007 by Renee Blaine

Chapter 7

Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Jamie is a jaded rocker watching his life fade before his eyes. Celeste is a child running from a life she doesn't want. Somewhere in the middle, they collide.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa  

"How can I help you today, sir?" The saleswoman was a petite bottle blonde with a wide, false smile meant to make him feel at ease. He frowned, looking around the small boutique, and indicated the neat racks of clothing against the wall.

"I want to buy some clothes for my niece," he muttered. "Christmas presents." The woman smiled a little more warmly and nodded.

"Of course. Do you know her size?"

Size? His mind went blank. How on earth was he supposed to know what size Celeste wore? He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Small," he said. "Very small."

"Like Katrina?" the salesgirl asked, pointing to one of her associates, a leggy brunette who looked like a stick in high heels. He scowled and shook his head.

"No. She's about..." he thought for a moment and then put his hand on his chest, indicating Celeste's height. "Tiny. Like a bird. But she has a little bit of curve."

"Okay." The girl's smile faded, and she led the way to a rack of tailored pantsuits. "Does this one look about right?" She held up an example and he shuffled his feet.

"About. But she doesn't... nothing so formal. Do you have blue jeans? Sweaters? She's young." The smile vanished entirely.

"We have a very nice line of younger club wear. This way." He followed miserably, his heart sinking. He allowed the salesgirl, whose name tag read Lisa, drag him through a selection of overtly provocative clothing. Finally, he chose a pair of leather trousers and a deep blue sweater with sparkling metallic threads woven through the soft knit. As they made their way back to the cash register, he stopped beside a mannequin. The display was a soft, draping velvet dress in a rich emerald green, paired with a beautifully embroidered shawl and a delicate gold and enamel pendant. Thoughtfully, he measured the mannequin's waist with his hands and thought of Celeste, still sleeping underneath the chenille throw on his couch as he had last seen her.

"This," he said. Lisa turned back, her eyes widening when she saw what he was looking at.

"Oh, that's a beautiful dress, isn't it? And we may just have one in a small enough size--"

 
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