She knew she shouldn't be flirting with someone else's husband in front of his wife. A little harmless teasing was enough; the main goal was to make a sale anyway.
Also this guy seemed tough to persuade!
Morrison glanced at the array of bikinis, then at his wife. Without a word, he picked up a black lace bikini and tossed it to her.
"Just wear this."
Rose quickly caught it, her face flushing deeply upon seeing the garment.
The saleswoman raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Black lace, sir, you really..."d2
As Morrison's cold gaze landed on her, she quickly switched gears, "...really have a good taste. Black is very flattering for her skin. Sir, why not get a matching black one for yourself? It's conservative but definitely won't go wrong. Ma’am, do you know your husband's size? Based on my years of selling experience, I think this size would be perfect. Don't worry, it won't be too small. It's a loose fit and has stretch."
Rose glanced at the men's swim trunks handed to her by the saleswoman, wishing she could just disappear into the floor. This woman really knew how to sell.
Morrison remained silent, pulling the blushing Rose away.
"Wait, you haven't paid yet." Rose paused.
Rose reluctantly paid. Admiring the saleswoman's sales and reaction skills once more, she let Morrison pull her away.
Behind them, the saleswoman pursed her lips, murmuring under her breath, "He's quite handsome, but so reserved."
Morrison had led Rose to the outside of the women's changing room. "Go change. I'll wait for you out here."
Rose hesitated, then handed him the pair of trunks she hadn't even had time to bag.
She then pointed to the trunks, opened her mouth to say something, but ended up saying nothing and simply turned to enter the changing room.
Staring at the trunks in his hand, Morrison pressed his lips together.
When Rose came out of the changing room, wrapped in a towel, Morrison was nowhere to be found. She frowned, thinking he had left early, and followed the others towards the pool.
The pool was mixed-gender, and as Rose entered, she saw many people, some of them likely couples, frolicking in the water, seeming to have a great time.
This was Rose's first time here, and she didn't know how to swim. Watching everyone else in the pool, she didn't know what to do. She felt out of place and very conspicuous.
Inevitably, some men in the pool began to look her way. Her belly was covered by the towel, her hair was pulled up into a high bun, and her long, slender legs peeked out from under the towel. With her beautiful face, she already had a few admirers.
The coach, who had been standing by the side of the pool, saw Rose and approached her warmly. He was only wearing swimming trunks, his muscular upper body bare.
"Are you here alone, gorgeous?"
Rose's eyes lingered on him for a moment. She couldn't exactly close her eyes.
But she had to admit, swimming really did tone the body. His abs, chest, biceps, and V-line were quite impressive.
She nodded, then shook her head. She still had Morrison, right?
The coach smiled, "Do you need any help?"
Rose looked towards the pool, but she didn't see Morrison. "I'm looking for someone."
At that moment, other men had swum over from the pool, leaning on the edge and looking up at her. "Your friend will show up sooner or later. Why don't you come in and wait while having some fun?"
Rose shook her head, backing away slightly, her expression cold. "I can't swim."
"That's no problem at all, we can teach you."
The coach also chimed in, "I'm the swim coach here. I can give you a few tips."
"Rose!"
Before the coach could finish, a deep and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Rose turned around and sure enough, Morrison was walking towards her briskly, his face sullen, dressed in a white robe. She immediately felt a sense of relief. "Where have you been? I didn't see you outside the changing room."
Morrison pulled her behind him, his icy gaze sweeping over the coach and the men who had been talking to Rose just now.
"What's your game?"
The men quickly swam away, not wanting any trouble.
The coach also waved his hands, "I just saw her all alone and wanted to help, nothing more."
Morrison's gaze briefly swept over him, then turned to Rose, his face still cold. "Did something happen?"
Rose shook her head, her expression relaxing slightly, "No."
Morrison looked at her clutching the towel tightly, her sharp shoulders hunched, her collarbones clenching and unclenching, and he couldn't figure out what she was trying to do.
That towel was just barely covering her bottom. And there were those men, with their lecherous intentions. His face darkened even more.
"Why did you run around?"
He was angry. He had just left to make some arrangements, and when he returned, she was gone. He waited outside the changing room for a while, and when he finally asked a woman coming out of it, he found out that she wasn't there. He had never pleaded with anyone like this before.
Rose also frowned, "You weren't outside when I came out."
She was angry, her beautiful brows coming together, her eyes full of reproach.
Morrison took a deep breath, his gaze falling to her feet. "Scooch."
Rose pursed her lips, stubbornly refusing to follow Morrison's orders.
Morrison was irritated. "Don't you see the water all over the floor? Aren't you afraid of slipping?!"
Rose's eyes widened as if she had been stung, and she quickly looked down at her feet. There was indeed a lot of water around the edge of the pool. She had heard about numerous slipping accidents at pools, but since she was unfamiliar with this environment, she didn't think to be careful.
Morrison nudged her and she quickly shuffled inside with baby steps.
Realizing the detailed attention Morrison paid and the way she made him fume with exasperation, she couldn't help but glance at him timidly. “Is this okay?” Her soft, pleasing tone was as comforting as a warm, fluffy cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven.
Who could imagine that this brash, arrogant woman with a disregard for others could have such a side?
Morrison was caught between frustration and amusement. He quickly stepped forward, hooking an arm around her, and headed out.
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