Shopping For Our Girl
Shopping For Our Girl
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“She f*cking agreed, this is great. Which room are we giving her?” Mic said.
“How about the one that’s between yours and mine?” I said.
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Davis signed she should take the one that’s attached to his bathroom. We could move all our old military gear to the shed
out back.
“You think she wants to share a bathroom with you? She should have her own bathroom,” I said. Which now eliminated
the room between Mic and me.
“She’ll take the master with the ensuite,” Dawson said.
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“That’s your bedroom, that’s not fair, I wanna sleep with her too,” I whined.
“I won’t be in there idi*t. I’ll move to the bedroom between yours and Mic’s. I don’t have a lot of clothes, I just need the
dresser in my room. We’ll need to buy a new one for her. And a vanity. Girls like vanities, right?” Dawson asked.
“I think so, that’s the thing for all their night stuff and makeup, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, with a chair and mirror. We’ll need new sheets too. Something with a high thread count, and maybe some more
pillows. Don’t girls like a lot of pillows?” Mic asked.
Davis clapped and then signed that they should buy some girly shampoo, conditioner and body wash too.
“Good, idea. And lotions. Let’s go to the mall,” I said.
We all left, taking two vehicles. Dawson took his SUV and I took my Ford Raptor. Mic made fun of me for getting it and I
was like it’s a Ford duh. My name’s not Chevy or Dodge. Although being named Dodge would be cool.
“Okay, we split up, Ford you get the bedding, remember high thread count. The higher, the better. Plushy pillows. Mic you and Davis find the lotion and shampoo sh*t. Get all our favorite scents. Something peach for me. I’ll go look at the furniture.” He literally clapped his hands as if we were in a huddle.
“Boys, something citrus for me,” I called out to Mic and Davis.
Bedding, bedding, bedding, where would I find bedding? I thought to myself. I walked around for twenty minutes before I saw a store called BS Sheets. I snorted, clever. I saw a display with bamboo/sateen sheets. I walked in and started looking at everything. These were some high-end sheets. I touched some and they were extremely soft. Isha would definitely like these. What color though? There were so many in different colors.
Hey My Naughty Princess, what’s your favorite color?
As I waited for her answer, I walked around the store. I hit pay dirt when I found a wall of freaking pillows. All shapes and
sizes and all different colors.
“Can I help you?” I heard a breathy voice behind me. I rolled my eyes, I was not in the mood for some random chick to flirt with. Which was new, because I was always down to flirt. Weird.
I turned around, and a perky little blonde was standing behind me. “Um, yeah, I’m looking for the softest sheets you have with a good thread count and I want a pillow in every color,” I said, pointing at the wall.
Her eyes bugged out.
“That’s a lot of pillows,” she said.
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“Yeah, I know.”
“Okay, well, our softest sheets, I guess, would be the bamboo/sateen sheets. Do you have a color preference?”
My phone chirped and I held up a finger. I looked at it and smiled when I saw it was Isha that texted me back.
My Naughty Princess: I am partial to any color purple and I also like copper. Um, why naughty princess?
Because I can see how badly you want to let the good girl go and get down and dirty, and I’d love nothing more than to
get down and dirty with you.
“Any color purple,” I said to the sales girl.
“Well, there are different colors, so which one?”
She was a little snarky, and she crossed her arms and gave me an eyebrow raise like I was wasting her time.
“Do you work on commission here?”
“Yes,” she said.
I looked around the store and saw a slim redhead with her hair in a severe bun. She had thick glasses on, and she was
folding what looked like towels.
“Hey? You work here?”
She blinked owlishly at me and nodded.
“Great, can you come help me? This girl is kind of rude,” I said, pointing at the blonde who was now scowling at the
redhead.
“I saw you first, you didn’t want her. Listen, let me make it up to you, we could go in the back,” she stopped talking when I put my hand in her face.
“No,” I said bluntly.
She huffed and crossed her arms again. Who in the f*ck did this chick think she was.
“I’m sorry, Mister. She saw you first, so rules are she gets to help you.”
“Oh, really, is that the rule? Who made up that rule, Maggie?” I asked her, reading her name tag.
“Well, her mom, she’s the manager.”
“So, let me guess, she always gets first choice when a customer walks in?”
The redhead nodded while the blonde glared at her.
“Well, I choose you, and I am the customer, so I get what I want. I want each one of those pillows each in a different color or no more than the same color if you can’t do it individually. I also want every one of these sheets in a different color purple. And I like that comforter set over there, the white one with the deep purple flowers. I’ll also take three bath towels
with matching washcloths in purple.”
The redhead’s mouth dropped open and then she quickly shut it and rushed away to get started.
I looked at the blonde.
“Next time when you talk to a customer, try losing the attitude. I don’t tolerate rudeness, and you just lost out on a big commission. I can’t believe you work on commission here anyway, it’s a f*cking store for bedding.”
“It’s an elite bedding store, only people who can afford this place can shop here,” she said, looking me up and down. Oh, so now that I took her commission away, her true colors show. Glad I gave it to the redhead.
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You’re hopeless, I said, and walked away from her.
All said and done, I had ten bags of pillows, and five of sheets and towels. When I ran into Mic and Davis, we all laughed. They also had a number of bags with them.
“Let’s get this to my truck. Then we’ll hunt down Dawson. I’m starving. Who knew shopping was such hard work?”
We found Dawson in a furniture store talking to the manager.
“Hey, you done? We’re hungry,” I said.
“Yeah, just having the stuff I bought delivered.”
“I thought you were just getting a vanity?” Mic asked.
He blushed a little, “Well, I did, one for her makeup and hair stuff, and another for her night routine. I’m sure she has one. She’s flawless. But I also got her a new wardrobe with ten drawers, and an area for her to hang clothes in case the closet in the bedroom isn’t big enough. And I got her a shoe rack, oh and a desk so she can put her laptop there. And then, since I got her a desk, I also got her the comfiest chair I could find.
‘Good thinking’ Davis signed.
Dawson beamed like a school boy who had just got praise from his teacher. Of course, we’re all like that with Davis. He’s like our puppy. He always wants to make us happy, and we like it when we make him happy.
“Did you guys accomplish your goals?” Dawson asked.
“Yeah, oh and her favorite color is purple. Any shade, and she also likes the color copper,” I said.
“Seriously? Her vanities are an ash purple, and her other furniture I got in black with copper accents. What are the odds,”
Dawson said.
We were all taken aback by that. What were the odds?
‘This just shows we’re perfect for her, we’re in tune with her. The bottles Mic and I got, some are black, purple and copper as well.’ Davis signed.
“She’s going to think we’re simping hard for her,” I said.
“Aren’t we? Mic asked. “I mean, I know I am. I can’t wait for her to get home. I love you guys, but I really want her.”
“Same,” Dawson and I said, and Davis signed.
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