Twenty nine

EVE'S POV 

Since the owner of the shop had appeared, I had been stuck in a stupor. When he showed up, I had expected him to inquire what was going on, and I was curious as to how Morgan was going to engage with him. But Instead, when the man appeared, he immediately took our side before listening to his staff's explanations. What followed, was him asking the staff to apologise to us, and firing them even shocked me further. 

Not to mention him saying that we could shop whatever clothes we wanted for free. It was all so unexpected.

It wasn't until he left, after being curiously respectful towards Morgan, that I was able to snap out of my astonishment.

"What just happened?" I asked Morgan, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his trouser's pockets, looking relaxed.

 "I suppose he's really concerned about the store's reputation, so he solved the issue as quickly as he could",

I nodded, but couldn't help frowning too. It's true that the owner was concerned that his staff would ruin the store's reputation, but shouldn't he have been curious about what had happened? Also, wasn't offering us everything we wanted for free a bit of a stretch?.

 "I can't believe he said we can take the clothes we want for free", i said 

"He must be a very kind man", Morgan replied.

Kind? It was still business…

"Or maybe he didn't want to mess with you," I said. 

"You were so domineering, you sounded like the real owner of the store. If I didn't know you, I would think you are”,

 To say that I was impressed with how he had stood up to the manager and demanded that he call the boss would be an understatement. 

At the end of it all, everybody looked intimidated by him. And when the assistants scurried away in shame after apologising, I felt that justice had been served.

"Was I convincing?", Morgan asked.

"Very", I said as I gave him a thumbs up.

"You handled it very well”, i added.

He laughed and took my hand in his.

 "I was just putting on an act, otherwise they wouldn't have listened to me. Do you want to resume shopping now?",

"Yes, let's go!", I replied.

We ended up choosing several outfits for each other, and this time around, the price tags weren't a deterrent. 

The assistants assigned to us by the boss were also super helpful. They not only showed us the clothes we were interested in, but also gave input on the outfits, making suggestions on what would look good together. 

It happened that their initial assistant had been doing the bare minimum of her job.

At the end of it all, we left the store in high spirits and shopping bags loaded with new clothing. 

Since it was already evening, we decided to go to a restaurant to have dinner before heading home.

MORGAN'S POV 

I saw that Eve was very happy, and it made me contented. She ordered a lot of dishes and a bottle of expensive wine, insisting that we should celebrate the day.

 I didn't stop her, since we didn't spend any money at the store, she still had the cash she had meant to spend. By the time we were done with dinner, she was not only quite full but also drunk. 

When it was time to leave, she insisted that she could walk, but when she got to her feet, she staggered and I had to catch her in my arms.

I picked her up in my arms and carried her out of the restaurant as she slurred that she wasn't drunk. I couldn't help but chuckle at her drunken behaviour. Her face was flushed red and she could barely keep her eyes open, but she still claimed to not be drunk. 

I smiled when i remembered how during dinner, she had poured herself a glass after glass of wine, saying that she had a high alcohol tolerance.

When I emerged in the street, i found out that Henry was already there waiting with the car. When I had realised during dinner that Eve was getting drunk, I had sent a message to Henry, asking him to come and get us. 

I knew that in her current state, she wasn't aware of what was going on around her and wouldn't ask questions about the car and driver. Even if she did, I would claim it was a hired car.

Upon seeing us, Henry hurried to open the backdoor. When he got to me, I came to a stop and said.

 "I want you to inspect all the clothing stores of the Edwards Group tomorrow and report to me. Investigate the staff secretly and report everything to me”,

If there was any other staff member in any of my stores who behaved like the trio from that afternoon, I wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. That would be a lesson to all other staff about the right conduct and how to treat customers when working for the Edwards Group.

"Yes sir" Henry agreed with a nod.

I then gently placed Eve inside the car and got in after her. Henry shut the door after us and climbed into the driver's seat. 

As the car started moving, Eve stirred in her seat and reached for her coat lapels. 

"It's so hot" she mumbled, trying to get rid of her coat. 

She managed to pull her arms free, and the coat dropped to reveal the camisole she was wearing inside.

I knew that it was the alcohol making her feel like that, since it wasn't hot in the car. 

I thought she must be feeling very uncomfortable so I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

 "We'll get home soon”, I told her, hoping to comfort her.

She writhed in my arms and then leaned against my chest, resting her head on my shoulder.

 "Too hot" she mumbled, still not relieved after removing her coat.

 I made a mental note to never let her drink so much again, if she would only end up in such discomfort.

As she continued moving restlessly in my arms, her hand ended up on my throat, her fingers pressing against my Adams' apple. 

I froze and looked down at her, her action catching me by surprise. As I watched her face closely, she moved her hand, caressing my throat and not making a move to let me go. 

Was she still in her drunken stupor, or was she doing this consciously?.

My breath quickened the more she clung to me. Her chest was pressing against my own, and I couldn't ignore how her soft feminine flesh felt against mine.

With her head on my shoulder, the sweet fragrance of her hair assaulted my nostrils, seeming stronger than even the scent of the wine she had imbibed.

I knew that if I continued holding her like that, I wouldn't be able to stop the desire that was building in me. 

Quickly, I reached up to pull her arm from me, but just then, she brushed the back of her fingers across my throat and wrapped her hand around the back of my neck firmly.

At the same time, a low sound like a moan slipped past her lips, and I abandoned my attempt to salvage the situation. There wasn't a need to, since I was sure she was doing it consciously. And who was I to disappoint her?.

With myself-control broken, I bent my head towards her face and pressed my lips against hers. 

When I began moving my lips gently, she did the same, kissing me back. 

With her response, I became even more certain that she had taken the initiative to get close to me. All I could think was that she didn't need to put up a drunken show to get me to kiss her if that's what she wanted all along.

Placing one hand beneath her chin, I angled her head to change the angle of the kiss, allowing me to kiss her deeper.

 Her soft lips gave in beneath my demanding ones, and I felt like I could keep at it until morning. Her upper body relaxed right into mine. And when she moaned right after, I felt like she too was enjoying the kiss as much as I was.

I myself was starting to feel hot, and I wondered whether I too should remove my coat. I was definitely wearing way too many layers compared to her camisole.

If only we were somewhere else and not in a car.

The amount of passion running through my veins could not be released in a simple kiss, no matter how hard I kissed her.

I wanted to feel her skin under my touch, her body beneath mine. And I wanted to hear her make those sweet moans of hers over and over again until they were stuck in my head like a symphony.