Page 29 of You Kissed Me First


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“You are so twisted. I only asked you in here to take my underwear for me and tell me to keep my kitty cat under control.”

She’s about to respond when a toilet flushes. My face turns bright red.

Out steps an older woman. She has to be in her seventies. I am mortified.

Nessa is barely holding her laughter as the woman washes her hands. We stand in silence.

Then she turns, wiping her hands on a paper towel.

“If you want my opinion, I say stuff the panties in his pocket and when he drags you back to the room, you mount his face like the queen you are. Make him worship you. He’s not worth it otherwise.”

Then she winks, leaving us standing in the restroom.

Nessa bursts out laughing as I cover my face.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Nessa. Get it together.”

She does, just barely. “What are you going to do?”

I bite my lip. “I’ll do it. Do you have spray or something? I’m telling you, he’s going to be able to smell me.”

She opens her purse, digging around. It takes her a second, but she finds it.

“Here”—she holds out the spray—“it smells like coconuts. He’ll think you have sunscreen on or something.”

Holding out my dress, I give myself three full sprays. I cringe, knowing my gynecologist would be pissed at me, but a girl has to do what she has to do.

Handing the spray back, I look in the mirror, fixing my hair. My panties are now crumpled in my hand. I’m breathing hard and my cheeks are flushed.

“You look beautiful. Now go get him, tiger.”

She smacks my ass as I walk by, following me out.

Dominic is standing where I left him. He smiles at Nessa as she heads back into the restaurant. When I reach his side, I hand him my phone. He slides it into his left pocket, the opposite side I’m on.

Then I take a deep breath, pushing my hand right into his pocket. He raises a brow at me, but I don’t say anything to him. I open my hand, letting my panties fall into his pocket.

When I take mine out, he reaches in to see what I did, but when he pulls them out a bit to look, his eyes widen before shoving them back in.

“Katie, am I currently holding your panties?” His voice is husky.

“Mhmm,” I murmur.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “They are wet. Is that water or…”

As he trails off, I give him what I hope is a coy smile. “Nope. Um, dinner was a little intense. You can hold those for me, right? It was uncomfortable to have them rubbing against me, all wet and stuff.”

He swallows hard. “Did you text Nessa to bring you another pair?” His eyes take in my body.

I shake my head.

“Fuck. Let’s go back to the room. Now.” His voice is barking now as he pulls me toward the elevator.

I dig my feet in, stopping him.

“I really want to go to the show. Can we go?”

He looks like he wants to deny me, but taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and responds with, “Sure.”