Megan let out a slow sigh. She wanted nothing more than to escape and find her clothes, but there was no way she could just leave this poor boy all on his own.
"Okay, Bradley," she finally said, reaching down to take his hand. "Let's go find your Mommy."
Bradley giggled and eagerly grabbed her hand. "Thank you, Miss."
"My name is Megan," she told him with a smile. "Now, which way do you think your Mommy went?"
Bradley screwed up his face, thinking for a moment. "She did say she wanted to get Daddy some new socks."
Before Megan could reply, Bradley giggled again, bursting off towards the back of the store, dragging her along behind him.
As they dashed, Megan made sure to keep her free hand on her dress, feeling it flaring up behind her, but that only seemed to result in tugging it down more at the top, exposing more of her cleavage.
"Bradley," Megan cautioned, stopping and trying to pull him to a halt. "We mustn't run in the shops."
Bradley pouted for a moment, pointing towards the stairwell. "I think she might have gone upstairs."
Megan looked at the sign beside the stairs, reading 'Menswear'.
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