Naughty Girl Dreams.

As I stare at the hot pink sign topping the entrance of the lingerie store that I've passed by many times but never entered, I don't know whether to be impressed or infuriated.

I'm leaning towards the latter.

"You brought me to a lingerie store?" I almost screech as Nico swaggers in.

"Yeah, I figured you could use my expertise," he says, unabashed, as he motions for me to follow him.

Just how many girls has he bought underwear for? Judging by the way he navigates the store, more than I want to or care to know.

"I have enough bras," I say, feeling oddly uncomfortable. The underwear model on the wall stares down at me intimidatingly. I glare at her back.

"None that fit well," he says with an intentional glance at my chest.

I smack him immediately and he holds his arm in what I think is fake pain. "Ow! Look, Jennie, there's nothing wrong with your..." I raise a brow. "Assets. But why settle for good when you can have great?"

"You're a perv," I mutter as I pick what I think is a bra, trying to figure out which straps go where. It's more like a web than a bra.

"Hey, I'm sorry. Just trust the process, okay?" he says, placing his hand on my arm. My body stills and we lock eyes for a second before I snap out of it and move away.

"You're forgiven," I mumble.

"Good," he says with a smile. "Hi!" He raises his voice, calling over an employee. "Hi Chloe," he says, reading her name tag with a winning smile. "This is my friend, Jennie. She needs some new stuff. Obviously."

I shoot him a glare but he's busy discussing my underwear options with the lovestruck employee.

Sheesh. He isn't that irresistible.

"What were you thinking?" she asks.

He looks over at me with an air of seriousness. "I'm thinking push-up." My eyes roll at this and I feel my blood pressure start to rise. "You guys don't make anything for the ass, do you?"

"Nico," I warn. He should be thankful we're in public.

"Oh and she definitely needs some new pajamas." He shoots me a smirk and my mind flickers to what I wore to bed last night. "Feel free to bring out anything sexy."

If looks could kill, Nico Accardi would be ten feet under by now.

The employee nods, taking in every word. I'm not even there to her. "Anything else?" she asks eagerly.

"No thanks, Chloe. You've been great," he says and winks at her. She nearly faints on the spot. He motions back to me and she seems to realize for the first time that I'm here.

"Come on," she says. "Let's get you measured."

A/N: sorry for the short update :( to be continued next week. also I'm doing college apps rn so super busy but if y'all could boost The Coach's Daughter and this book so I can write about it in my apps I would very much appreciate. love u all and stay safe