Free Target (An erotic romantic novella) by Rosie L

him, but then nodded.
    “This way, now heeled or flats?” she asked.
    “A little heel please,” she replied, following her over to a selection of sandals.   Rick perused the rack of shoes and sandals.
    “These are nice,” he said, lifting out a pair of white ones, with a dash of colour across the toe bar.  He passed them to her.  Sarah hooked her long hair behind her ear and took them from him.
    “Those are gorgeous,” she agreed.
    “Do you have her size?” he asked.
    “Six,” Sarah told the woman.
    “Yes, we do, I’ll just pop back and get them for you.”  Sarah turned them over and then gasped at the price.
    “Rick they are a hundred and eight five pounds,” she said in horror.
    “Does not matter,” he said.
    “Rick.”
    “Sarah you agreed.”
    “I know, but a hundred eighty five pounds,” she said turning to him, and as she caught the smile in his eyes, her mouth ached to kiss him.  For a moment they gazed at each other, the look in both their eyes was hunger, not for food but for each other.
    “There you go, try these on for size,” Mrs Crocker said, interrupting their moment.  She passed them to her.  Sarah sat down on a stool and took off her trainers.  As soon as she slipped them on, she could feel the designer quality.  She had not worn designer shoes since she and Skye had run away from home, and left everything behind them, including their designer wardrobes.
    “Sarah they look amazing,” Rick, said, they made her long legs look even longer.  “Do they feel comfortable?” he asked, watching her as she walked up and down the shop.
    “They feel fantastic, but …”
    “We’ll have them,” Rick interrupted before she had the chance to say they were too expensive.
    “Rick,” she implored .
    “Sarah,” he replied, grinning at her.  She gave in , who wouldn’t, with that puppy face looking at them.
    “Would you like to wear them now?” Mrs Crocker asked.  Sarah glanced at Rick and he nodded.
    “Yes please, thank you.”  She grabbed her trainers and Mrs Crocker popped them into a paper bag with the shops logo on the front.   Sarah put her winning ted into the bag, leaving its face looking out over the top.
    “Now a handbag was next I believe?” Mrs Crocker asked, looking at Rick.  He nodded.
    “And a purse,” he added, ushering Sarah towards the designer handbags.  Sarah looked at them; they were even dearer than the shoes!
    One handbag, and matching purse later, Rick kissed Mrs Crocker good-bye on her cheek, and they left the store.
    “Rick, thank you,” she said as they stood outside, she would not insult him by complaining about how much it cost.  He swept her hair away from her shoulders.
    “You are welcome, now are you hungry, fancy a spot of lunch?”  Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed him, startled by her move, he pulled her closer to him returning the kiss even deeper.
    “Yes I am hungry,” she whispered, as they broke breathless , and not just for lunch, she thought.  He was like a drug to her, addictive, and she wanted more, so much more.
     
    “Where are we going?” Sarah asked, back in his Landrover and heading down the coastal road.
    “I thought we would go somewhere a little quieter, it’s a little pub I know down on a cove.  They do a great lunch there, if that is okay with you?”
    “Sounds lovely Rick,” she said, her arm leaning out of the window, she felt the heat from the sun warming her.  It was another hot and gloriously sunny day.
    “Have you ever thought about buying a place down here?” she asked, glancing at him.
    “Yes, quite often, but I never seem to get around to it,” he replied, not looking at her.  She looked back out of the window.
    “I can’t believe I have never been here before, I would definitely come back one day, and have a proper holiday.  You know, not a working holiday like this one.”  She looked out across the bay at the stunning view.  “A painting holiday, imagine how much I