“What do you think? Don’t I liven things up?” Eli’s grin had the words refusing to come out of my mouth.
“Eli, don’t make him uncomfortable.” Preston almost growled the words out, making my heart skip a beat.
Eli must have realized that because his wicked smile softened for just a moment before it went right back to devilishly naughty. “If he were completelycomfortablewatching us, then I’d worry. I think he likes being…uncomfortable.”
Shit.
How did he know?
Lane wouldn’t have told him, but had I given it away? Did he know I was wearing panties?
Preston cleared his throat, but I refused to look. Instead, I glanced across the room to see Lane deep in conversation with some guy in a pair of pink panties. Shit. Why wasn’t he looking this way?
My gaze jumped back to Eli without my making a conscious decision. “I…you looked pretty.”
Shit.
He batted his eyelashes at me and gave me a look that reminded me of an old-fashioned pinup girl. “Thank you, cutie.”
Then he looked up at Preston. “Isn’t he a cutie?”
Before Preston could answer, Eli was back to focusing on me. “I bet you’d look so cute in some of our clothes. Is there anything you want to try on?”
Shit.
“I…I…” I was going to need a drink after this.
I saw a flash of understanding in his eyes, but that didn’t seem to get me out of the hot seat. “I bet Preston would like to see you in that little number Lane was wearing.”
He would?
I almost forgot about the fact that Eli was still hard and almost naked as I glanced up at Preston. He was staring at me with an intent, curious expression on his face. I couldn’t tell what it meant. Was I only fascinating because I hadn’t tossed Eli off my lap and stormed out?
There was no way I could have done that. I liked Eli…most of the time, and falling off my lap when he had almost nothing on would hurt, right? Then there was the fact that I still had no idea where to put my hands.
They were both expecting some kind of comment, so I just threw out the first thing that I could think of. “Lane was pretty.”
Moron.
That didn’t get their focus off me. If anything, it only egged Eli on. “Would you like to look pretty too? I could help you get dressed up. I think Preston would love to see youpretty.”
He would?
I refused to look over again and see what he was doing, but the curiosity was killing me. What was he thinking? Did he want to see me in something like that? He’d smiled at me and occasionally sent me funny emails, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
Thankfully, I was saved from Eli and from myself by Lane finally noticing my predicament. His eyes widened as he looked over. Lane seemed to toss out a quick answer to whatever question the guy had asked before walking over with a very purposeful stride.
His eyes darted between all three of us as he got closer. When he stopped, he gave me a tentative smile. “Hi.”
Clearly,he wasn’t sure what to do either.
“Eli said you guys are done. Where did you want to get dinner?” When in doubt, my policy would be to ignore the naked man.
He called me!!
Okay, now that I got that out of my system I’ll tell you what the hell I mean. The lingerie company? Well, there was this guy. I’ll just say that he’s high up in the company and not one of the models, but he was so incredible. Firm and almost brooding but he smiled at me when he shook my hand and was completely comfortable around the models. Not in a lecherous way, but it was clear he liked the lingerie, but he was nice…okay that sounds insane.
Let me try again. He seemed to like the lingerie on the guys, but he never made any of them uncomfortable. He even kept eye contact when this flamboyant guy bounced up to him talking about the shoot they were doing. Complete eye contact. It wasn’t until the flamboyant guy pointed to the nightgown thing he was wearing that the sexy management guy even looked down at it. The model even had an erection but management guy was still businesslike.
AND HE’S GAY.
I know. I thought he’d have to be straight, but from the teasing the practically naked bouncy model gave him, management guy is not straight. I’m just not sure if he noticed me, though…well, noticed me as in thought I was…you know…sexy.
Do you think he just likes guys who wear lingerie?
The only reason I’m even curious is because he called me. Their company always talked to another one of my coworkers. Yeah, you guessed it, the bitchy one. Well, she’s gone this week and when he figured that out he asked for me specifically!
I feel like I’m in school all over again, but do you think that means anything?
Ten months until first date
