“Only in the best possible way. Don’t worry, I just need a little recovery time.” I palm his half-hard cock, causing his eyes to roll back and a moan to escape those pretty lips of his. “I still have plans for you. Now go on, get dressed and get downstairs before your friends are here.”
His eyes beam with happiness before he cups my face and kisses me hard. “See you downstairs, my queen.”
He pulls on pants and grabs a shirt, giddy from the ideas I’ve put in his head. I shake it off and dig through my bag for the outfit I packed. Instead, I pull out a note and one of the skimpiest dresses I’ve ever seen.
To my lovely, stubborn, Renate-
I found you some different clothes for dinner. Oh, and I won’t be there, because I have a gig. Obvi!! Stop with the stupid excuses and get that dick! But also, give him a chance.
P.S. What is all the stuff in this bag!?! If you don’t fuck Chase, I’m telling mom what’s in here! Mwahahaha! Love you!
P.S.S.- I borrowed a collar. You’re not gonna want it back.
I hold up the dress with a groan. Chase will spend the next several hours begging me to take him upstairs so he can rip this off me. I like a man who begs, but I enjoy wearing clothes that fit more. I hold it up and check the mirror with a sigh. It’s beautiful, but tight.
Fuck it. I’m in a damn mansion; I can wear pretty clothes and pretend to be a princess for a night. Or, for Chase, a queen.
* * *
As I finish pulling up my hair, I stand in front of the giant bathroom mirror and take it all in. The short, baby blue dress hugs every part of my body like a damn glove. The part Dani added—or more accurately, subtracted—has turned the top of the dress into a one sided halter with an open slit across my chest from my shoulder to my waist to show off my boobs. The heels give me an extra four inches, making them fucking delicious. I’m a damn knockout.
That poor man down stairs doesn’t stand a chance when he sees this.
I carry the shoes with me down the stairs, not wanting to fall and kill myself. When I get to the bottom, I stop to put them on and listen in for the right time to make an entrance.
“No, man, why the camera?!” Chase’s voice comes from the kitchen.
“Chase, dude, we’re fucking celebrating. I want to document this!” That’s Jamie’s voice.
“Jamie, don’t be dramatic,” Alexis says teasingly.
“She says to the guy who proposed, piled us all into your boss’s SUV, and took us to Vegas while still in a sling and with broken ribs. Jamie only knows how to be dramatic, Lex.”
“Yeah, and you’re a mellow mushroom, huh, Chase?”
“I get paid for my dramatics!” Chase’s laugh sounds relaxed and happy, and I catch myself smiling as my heart races. “Fine. Oh, Jimmy Jam, can you get me the number for that Mills guy that worked your case?”
“Yeah, sure. Something up?”
“I dunno. I’m getting weird messages and shit lately and I might need someone to check it out. The other day I got some pictures of Cassie and I. I’m getting phone calls at weird hours. It’s right on the edge of freaking me out, so I want Mills and Cyn to talk.”
“Pictures? How?”
“No idea. When I got the gifts, I assumed an ex did it. But that doesn’t add up anymore. Don’t tell Ren, though. I don’t want to worry her.”
“Is that a smart idea? Keeping it from her?”
“I want to talk to Mills first. If he thinks it’s serious, I’ll tell her. I don’t want to freak her out over nothing, you know?”
I figure that’s my cue and let my heels announce me as I walk into the kitchen. Lexi turns first and a huge smile spreads across her face when she sees me. She and my sister work together and became fast friends. She’s been to enough family parties for Mama to consider her a third daughter.
“Shit, you look fucking amazing, Ren! How’s your mom?”
“Ornery as ever,” I answer as we hug, and I do the same with Jamie. I haven’t looked at Chase yet, but I’m sure from the silence he’s been eye fucking since I turned the corner. So when I make eye contact with him and lick my dark red lips, he stares with his mouth wide open. “Chase, don’t burn the food.”
“Food. Yeah,” he replies, but continues to gawk at me. Jamie slips past me, his shoulders shaking with a laugh he’s trying to hold back, and checks the food. The wave of hot hair from the oven hits Chase, bringing him back to reality. “Shit! Yes, the…right.”
Lexi snickers and takes me by the arm. “Come on, let’s leave the men to handle the kitchen and go grab a beer out on the patio.”
