"You sure you don't want any of this?" Brian asked with crumbs falling onto his shirt and mustard smeared at the corners of his lips.
"No, I don't," Tracey scrunched her brows and shoved the large pretzel out of her face. "Can you eat like a human being? We're in public." she scolded.
The buzz of people wandering past them was making her nervous. Every time someone looked in their general direction, she expected an echo of screams to follow and soon have hundreds of girls chasing them down the mall.
Brian stuffed the last bite into his mouth and swallowed hard. "Those bitches are so good." He tossed the balled up wrapper into the nearest trash can.
"Okay, can we go now?" Tracey grabbed her purse before sliding out of the cushioned booth. All she wanted was to spend a normal evening with Brian but not before he insisted on stopping at every single place that sold food.
"What's with the attitude?" he questioned as he followed her out on the cafe.
"Everyone keeps staring at you." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"The only ones I see staring are guys and trust me when I say, they're not staring at me," Brian chuckled and slung his arm over her shoulder. "Relax." He kissed the side of her forehead, trying to get her to loosen up.
"Shut up." Tracey giggled and lightly pushed him away as they approached the entrance of the world renowned lingerie store, Victoria's Secret.
A few mannequins in corsets and stockings were set up in the display windows, overlooking the mall. "It's a good thing this is the last stop." Brian said.
Tracey gave him a confused look. "Why's that?"
"Because I'm gonna need sex after seeing you in that," He gestured to the scantily clad mannequins. "And lots of it."
She laughed it off, even though they were going at it on the tour bus less than four hours ago. But truth be told, she wouldn't mind a round two either.
The fruity smell of papaya lingered in the air as Brian swung the door open and a small bell chimed once they stepped inside. The woman who worked the register glanced over. Tracey noticed her quickly fixing up her shoulder length blonde hair, eyeing Brian with interest. "Hello there," She waved with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Victoria's, I'm Jessica. Let me know if you need anything." she giggled flirtatiously, ignoring the fact that Tracey was standing right next to the man she was gawking at. Something told her that this girl didn't actually know who Brian was, she just happened to find him attractive.
Before she let her territorial side get the best of her, Tracey wandered over to a nearby rack, where a wide selection of clearance items were packed on hangers. After flipping through several sequined tops, she held one up to her chest and faced Brian, who was staring around absent-mindedly.
"Is this ugly?" she asked him. "Be honest."
"It's yellow..." he said with a hint of disgust. "You know I don't like yellow."
Her hopeful expression faded into a pout as she hung it back up.
"Hey, but I'm sure you could make me like it. Anything you wear is destined to look fabulous." he added with a girlish tone that brought a smile to her lips.
"Nice try." Tracey dragged him along as she continued to amble aimlessly around the store. She stopped in front of a shelf where their new arrivals were spread out in neat stacks. However, the large poster of Miranda Kerr's perfect body staring her in the face wasn't the world's greatest confidence boost.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." Tracey sighed, turning back to Brian.
"Babe, you're twelve times as beautiful as these girls," He snaked his arms tightly around her waist. "One of these days I'm gonna make you believe me."
"Ahem," Jessica piped up. Her voice was dreadful, like nails on a chalkboard. "Sorry to interrupt but I couldn't help notice you checking out the fall line. I just thought I'd let you know we're having a buy one, get two free sale on anything under twenty dollars." She batted her lashes and her crystal blue eyes twinkled up at Brian. If she was truly concerned about sales on bras and panties, she shouldn't have been talking to a grown man covered in tattoos.
"Uh, thanks." Tracey answered with a slight sneer.
"I could help you pick some things out since your, boyfriend I assume?" Jessica asked in reference to Brian. "Probably isn't an expert with these things." she giggled sweetly. To Tracey's dismay, Brian agreed and urged her to go on without him, leaving her alone with someone she barely knew, and already felt terribly annoyed with. "Shall we?" Jessica led her to the back and began guiding her through the multitude of colors and styles of lingerie, from polka dots to stripes and push-ups to camis. It was overwhelming choosing between so many different types and patterns. "This would look hot on you, if I do say so myself," She picked up a purple laced bra with a matching sheer thong. "I'd kill to have hips like yours. This will accentuate them perfectly." she smiled.