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Knox and Isaac: The Beginning: Chapter 2 Preview
“Hello, is there something I can help you with?” A man approached from the back of the store. He was small like Isaac, but a little bit taller. Dark slacks, a crisp white shirt, and a silk vest made him look like a sexy maître de. A guy working in a lingerie boutique, Isaac blushed.
“Just looking around, thank you though.” Isaac looked at the ground.
“For you?” The man took a step forward. “Or for your…”
“Friend, she’s my friend.”
“His good friend.” Celeste looked between Isaac and the clerk with interest. “I was just doing a bit of browsing for myself, but you never know.” She settled on Isaac who felt the weight of her stare.
“I see.” The man smiled. “May I also point out our men’s line?”
Celeste dug her fingers into Isaac’s arm. “Yes, he would love to take a look.”
“Excellent. I think I know just the thing.” The man raked his eyes over Isaac’s body. It was the first time an actual man, and not some teenager, had looked at him with hunger. He kind of liked it. Actually, he really liked it.
While Celeste fawned over something in the corner, chatting to her boyfriend on the phone, Isaac stood in front of a three way mirror with the sales clerk behind him.
“I don’t mean this in an offensive way, but for a man, you have a rather delicate figure. Do you dance at all?”
Isaac blushed again. “How did you know that?”
“We have a lot of male clients—dancers, models, and some who are just looking for pretty things. I knew you had the body of a dancer the moment you walked in.” He smiled, handing Isaac a scrap of material. “These are made to breathe, seamless, flawless—the perfect ratio of blended silk. I think you would find them to your liking.”
“These are underwear?” Isaac held them up, biting his lip. He turned them over, finding the string that went up the back. “I don’t know about these.”
“Try them on and see. How do you really know if you never try?” The man stared at him in the mirror. Something fiery brewed in his eyes.
“I guess I could.”
“Perfect.” The man went to start a room.
In the fitting room, Isaac turned from side to side before the mirror with wonder. He couldn’t even feel them. The black silk like part of his skin—staying in place over his hips, keeping his package right where it should be, and the string that ran right over his backside rubbed softly. He was in love. Another basket was slid under the curtain that separated him from the store and Isaac smiled. The clerk knew from the beginning that Isaac would be sold. How could he not be? He felt so grown-up, alluring—gorgeous.
He raised a brow, picking up a sheer stocking with black lace around the top. “No way,” Isaac whispered. “He can’t be serious.”
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