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then
pulls me against his chest. I hold onto him, like he’s the answer to all my
problems. But he lets me go, grabbing his bag and coat off the chair. “Enjoy
sleeping in tomorrow.”
“No noise?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
“Nope.”
He closes the door and like that is gone. Hours ago, I was
not looking forward to tonight, and now, I want to go back to the beginning.
Locking my door, I grab another mini bottle and take the dress with me as I
schlep to my bedroom.
Tossing the box down, I slam the shot and lift the lid,
pulling out the amazingly gorgeous, black satin and lace number. I’ve never
seen anything like it –it looks like it’s straight out of a London fashion
show. Getting undressed, I slip it on, and it fits like a glove. Grabbing my
phone, I snap a picture of myself in the reflection of the mirror. Realizing
the second that I send it to King I am naked underneath and this is not the best
covering dress. If I zoom in on the picture, I can see the outline of my
breasts.
Mmm, I like it a lot. Fits perfectly.
I’m not sure what to say. How do I respond? What am I even
doing or thinking? Leaving my bedroom, I grab a few more shooters as the room
begins to spin and sink down into my couch.
Send me another one?
NO.
Please?
Sticking my tongue out at him, I hold my phone above my face
and snap the photo, then send it.
You’re gorgeous
King, Stop it, I just stuck my tongue out at you.
And I got hard looking at the picture.
Slamming another shot, I set my phone down, knowing that I
am drunk and I am most likely going to do or say something that I’ll regret
tomorrow. He’s fucking hard over me. Slinging my arm over my eyes, I ignore the
insistent beeps of my phone. He’ll stop…he has to.
Chapter 11
“All right, all right, all right.” I shout. The banging on
my front door is so loud that I feel like I’m being swallowed up whole by the
noise.
As I open the door, I can see immediately my dad is
panicked. I’m still wobbly and half drunk. He looks at me and I ask him,
“What’s going on?”
“You didn’t meet me for breakfast, and you’re not answering
your phone.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Dad, but everything is fine,” I
tell him and hug him, hating how worried sick he is. “Why didn’t you use your
key to come in?”
“I left it at home. I didn’t know this was gonna happen.
Then when you didn’t show and wouldn’t answer your phone, I panicked.”
“Well, I’m fine. I’m sorry you had to drive all the way out
here. I need coffee and a shower, but I’m good.”
He smiles, now knowing that everything is okay and asks me,
“What are you wearing?”
I look down at myself and wonder the same thing. Then I
remember King’s text. Oh fuck, I made him hard. “Could you make some coffee,
Dad? I’m gonna shower. I drank a little too much last night.”
Grabbing my phone off the table, I stumble into my bathroom
and start the shower. Staring at the screen, before I open any messages there
are seven missed texts from King and five calls from my dad. Looking at the
texts, I get so embarrassed I could hide in the corner of my bathroom forever.
One more?
Please?
Then he texted me back a zoomed in picture of the dress and
says, I can see your nipples.
They’re hard.
Goddammit, Ever, I fucking want you.
I guess I’m going to bed with blue balls…sleep well,
gorgeous.
Sliding out of the dress, I step into the shower and want to
scream as the water cascades around me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a guy
talk to me like that, or even look in my direction, and now all of sudden this
sexy and successful man…likes me. I have to text him back…but I’m so
embarrassed for what I did last night. I’m not even sure what to say to him.
After I shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jean
shorts and a white t-shirt, I let my hair air dry and find my dad holding onto
one of the framed letters that my mom wrote to me. “You know, this was
pulls me against his chest. I hold onto him, like he’s the answer to all my
problems. But he lets me go, grabbing his bag and coat off the chair. “Enjoy
sleeping in tomorrow.”
“No noise?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.
“Nope.”
He closes the door and like that is gone. Hours ago, I was
not looking forward to tonight, and now, I want to go back to the beginning.
Locking my door, I grab another mini bottle and take the dress with me as I
schlep to my bedroom.
Tossing the box down, I slam the shot and lift the lid,
pulling out the amazingly gorgeous, black satin and lace number. I’ve never
seen anything like it –it looks like it’s straight out of a London fashion
show. Getting undressed, I slip it on, and it fits like a glove. Grabbing my
phone, I snap a picture of myself in the reflection of the mirror. Realizing
the second that I send it to King I am naked underneath and this is not the best
covering dress. If I zoom in on the picture, I can see the outline of my
breasts.
Mmm, I like it a lot. Fits perfectly.
I’m not sure what to say. How do I respond? What am I even
doing or thinking? Leaving my bedroom, I grab a few more shooters as the room
begins to spin and sink down into my couch.
Send me another one?
NO.
Please?
Sticking my tongue out at him, I hold my phone above my face
and snap the photo, then send it.
You’re gorgeous
King, Stop it, I just stuck my tongue out at you.
And I got hard looking at the picture.
Slamming another shot, I set my phone down, knowing that I
am drunk and I am most likely going to do or say something that I’ll regret
tomorrow. He’s fucking hard over me. Slinging my arm over my eyes, I ignore the
insistent beeps of my phone. He’ll stop…he has to.
Chapter 11
“All right, all right, all right.” I shout. The banging on
my front door is so loud that I feel like I’m being swallowed up whole by the
noise.
As I open the door, I can see immediately my dad is
panicked. I’m still wobbly and half drunk. He looks at me and I ask him,
“What’s going on?”
“You didn’t meet me for breakfast, and you’re not answering
your phone.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Dad, but everything is fine,” I
tell him and hug him, hating how worried sick he is. “Why didn’t you use your
key to come in?”
“I left it at home. I didn’t know this was gonna happen.
Then when you didn’t show and wouldn’t answer your phone, I panicked.”
“Well, I’m fine. I’m sorry you had to drive all the way out
here. I need coffee and a shower, but I’m good.”
He smiles, now knowing that everything is okay and asks me,
“What are you wearing?”
I look down at myself and wonder the same thing. Then I
remember King’s text. Oh fuck, I made him hard. “Could you make some coffee,
Dad? I’m gonna shower. I drank a little too much last night.”
Grabbing my phone off the table, I stumble into my bathroom
and start the shower. Staring at the screen, before I open any messages there
are seven missed texts from King and five calls from my dad. Looking at the
texts, I get so embarrassed I could hide in the corner of my bathroom forever.
One more?
Please?
Then he texted me back a zoomed in picture of the dress and
says, I can see your nipples.
They’re hard.
Goddammit, Ever, I fucking want you.
I guess I’m going to bed with blue balls…sleep well,
gorgeous.
Sliding out of the dress, I step into the shower and want to
scream as the water cascades around me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a guy
talk to me like that, or even look in my direction, and now all of sudden this
sexy and successful man…likes me. I have to text him back…but I’m so
embarrassed for what I did last night. I’m not even sure what to say to him.
After I shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jean
shorts and a white t-shirt, I let my hair air dry and find my dad holding onto
one of the framed letters that my mom wrote to me. “You know, this was
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