every day has been wonderful, but I need to get my life in order, and to do that I need a little space.”
“Space?” He hated that word. Every man should. He usually heard it right before a woman announced she was calling it off or sleeping with another man.
“Yes. I can’t keep going as I have been. Doing nothing. Putting off making decisions about what I want to do. I’ve started applying for jobs at local places. I need to get out of this house. Hopefully I’ll find something I enjoy doing.”
“That’s really good, Kate.” Local. Thank God.
“Thank you for being so understanding, Brock.”
“I want you to be happy. You know that.”
“Speaking of happy, what do you think of the perfume?”
Brock took off the cover and sprayed it in the air, then gagged a bit on the nauseatingly sweet smell of it. “It’s unique.”
“Then you’ll wear it?”
Brock took another whiff and shuddered. “Me? I thought it was for you.”
“It’s unisex and one of my favorites.” Her voice became low and husky. “I’ve always found it really sexy.”
Brock placed the small bottle on his bedside table and made a face at it. If Kate liked it enough to buy it for him, he would wear it. He turned his back to it for now.
“I have another gift for you. I thought I’d give it to you tomorrow night when you come here for dinner.” She paused, then added, “If you’d like to come over.”
Hell, yes. “I’ll be there. But, you don’t have to give me anything, Kate.”
“I already bought it, and I’m actually pretty excited to see you in it.”
In it?
Shit.
“Can you do something for me?” Kate asked in a near whisper, sending his blood rushing to his already half-erect cock.
“Anything.”
“Will you wear the perfume all day tomorrow? I’ll be running around filling out applications and feeling nervous. It’d make me happy, imagining you wearing it and thinking about me throughout the day.”
Oh, I’ll be thinking about you all right. Thinking how soon I can get in the shower at your house to wash off that smell. “Of course I will. Then I’ll come over for dinner. How does five-thirty sound?”
“Perfect. See you tomorrow, Brock.”
Brock stripped off his boxer briefs and took a long, hot shower. He let the water beat against his back while he jacked off to the possibilities of how he and Kate would spend the next night together. Wild and crazy, or slow and tender—he didn’t care. Kate didn’t want vanilla sex. Well, tomorrow night he was going to bring his best. He would make Kate come so many times she would be too exhausted to text Mr. Elf.
And I’ll do it wearing whatever the hell she bought me. He closed his eyes. Edible underwear? Some costume? What would a woman want a man to wear?
Hopefully nothing that matches that perfume.
Chapter Eight
“You sent him to work wearing women’s perfume?” Angie asked gleefully during an afternoon walk with Kate. She leaned forward to push her double stroller up a steep section of sidewalk.
Kate nodded and her eyes narrowed. “I did. I bought it at a discount store. It’s not only for women, it’s also awful.”
“So, a test of his love for you is how bad he’ll allow himself to smell?”
Kate looked away, then back. “No, I bought it because I can’t believe he hasn’t said a single thing about Mr. Elf. Not one little hint. I don’t think he feels guilty about it at all. You should see what I bought him to wear tonight. He’s going to look like a complete idiot, and he won’t even know it.”
“Be careful, Kate.”
Kate glanced over and was surprised to see how concerned Angie looked. “Careful? You almost suggested piercing his genitals. All I did was give him women’s perfume and ask him to wear it. How is that crossing a line?”
Angie wrinkled her nose at Kate. “It’s not what you’re asking him to do that worries me, it’s why. You told me this wasn’t about revenge. Now it seems like it is. Do you love
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