“Ah, you’re a princess,” I smile, then add, “Your name suits you.” I reach for her garment bag.
She laughs softly, “Only because my hair is long and blonde, I assure you.” She holds the bag out and says, “I should lay it flat, so it doesn’t wrinkle.”
I take an end, and we stretch it between us, then lower it to the ground. I squat, and she bends over. My view makes my dick hard. Her tits shift in her neckline and threaten to spill out. While her long legs go up forever to a set of full hips barely covered by the thin, clingy fabric, teasing that her pussy is just out of sight.
“What’s your name?” She asks as she works, straightening it.
“d’Artagnan,” I tell her.
Her eyebrow lifts as she glances at me. “For real?”
“Affirmative.”
“So does yours.” She says, and I tilt my head, wondering what she means. “Your name suits you too.”
“Ah! So, it does.” I grin at her and stand.
“Shall we?” I gesture to my jacket.
She laughs, “Are you trying to be Prince Charming to my princess, d’Artagnan?” Then smirks at me, “because in Disney’s version of Rapunzel, the hero isn’t Prince Charming. He’s a thief.”
I laugh with her. “That’s good to know. I’m much closer to being the thief. I am definitely not Prince Charming. Not by a long shot.” I offer her my hand, and she slips hers inside.
When my fingers close around hers, the softness of her skin, the blind trust she’s shown me, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries that wafts from her as I draw her in close, checks every box, and her goodness zings my heart.
“How long do you think we’ll be in here?” She asks as she lowers her body to the ground.
“I have no idea.” I answer truthfully, “It could be minutes, or it could be hours.”
She frowns as she stretches her long legs out in front of her. “Is the power off in the building?”
“I’m not sure if they share the same power source or not. However, the entire parking deck was dark.” I tell her as I lower myself to sit next to her.
She wiggles her ass, adjusting the hem of her too-short skirt, so she doesn’t flash me. But her rubbing up against me like that makes my dick hard anyway. I draw my knees up and prop my arms on them. Keeping her from touching me and hopefully eliminating the trigger.
“What’s in the bag?” I ask.
She smiles at me with a genuine smile, and damn if it doesn’t zing my heart again and cause my dick to thump.
“A bridal gown,” she answers.
“Is it yours?” I tilt my head and add under my breath with a severe smirk on my face. “I’m hoping it isn’t.”
She laughs, and her eyes flirt as she answers, “Sort of.”
I tilt my head in the other direction, cocking an eyebrow, and ask, “Sort of?”
“It’s one of the auction items from the store where I work.” She pulls her hair into her lap.
Damn. The girl is absolutely gorgeous, exquisitely beautiful.
“So, you’re single?” I grin, “Are you seeing anyone?”
She grins back, “No. You?”
“Same.”
I stare at her, letting the notion I had earlier when I saw her getting into the elevator formulate in my brain. What if ….
