Before I could totally freak out - both about the wig and the cars below us - we slammed into a mattress and fell onto another. And there we were…two fugitives tangled up in each other after making an epic escape from the FBI. I breathed in the scent of blueberry pie mixed with sweat. It was intoxicating.
“Are you sniffing me?” He smiled down at me.
“What? No.” I rolled away from him. “I think a uh, bug flew in my nose.” I coughed and turned away.
“I didn’t mind. I was just wondering. I probably smell like blueberries.”
“And sweat.”
“I thought you weren’t smelling me?” he asked.
“Well not intentionally,” I said. “But how could I not when you’re all up in my business?”
“You mean preventing you from falling to your death?”
“Something like that. We were lucky there was a mattress propped on the wall like that to break our fall.” I looked down at the mattress we were on. The owner must have gotten a new one and forgotten how hard it is to get rid of an old one.
“Lucky. Right. Well, we’re not out of the woods yet. They’ll see the zipline. We need to disappear. Follow me.” Ryder grabbed my hand and tugged me through some glass doors into an apartment.
“Whose place is this?”
“No idea, but I hope they have some clothes that fit us.” He started opening dressers and rummaging through the clothes.
“Now we’re robbing someone?” I was going to end up in prison for sure.
He pulled out his wallet and tossed a wad of money onto the bed. “That should cover it. Try this on.” He tossed me a slinky red dress.
“Turn around,” I said. “I’m not just going to undress in front of some guy I just met.”
“Okay. But you better not peek at me either, then.”
I turned around and pulled my shirt over my head. I had my pants halfway unbuttoned when the sound of Ryder’s pants unzipping called to me. I snuck a look over my shoulder.Damn.I had pictured him out of his suits a thousand times…er, once or twice…but I had never imagined he’d lookthisgood. I wondered how many times he’d pictured me naked. The dirty stalker.
And then he caught me.
“Hey!” I screamed. “You promised not to look.”
He laughed. “So did you.” His eyes traveled to my bra.
I put my arm over my chest. “I was just checking to make sure you weren’t looking!”
“So was I.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fine.”
“Fine.” He couldn’t even hide the smile from his lips.
We both turned back around and got back to dressing. The red dress wasjuststretchy enough to fit over my big ass. But when I pulled it up around my chest, I realized that I had entirely the wrong bra for it. T-shirt bras and cocktail dresses were generally not compatible, especially dresses with necklines as deep as this one.Guess I have to let the girls free.
I checked to make sure Ryder wasn’t peaking again and then unhooked my bra. His head started to turn at the sound of it, but he was a gentleman and stayed true to his word. He also looked fantastic in his tight boxer briefs…which I shouldn’t have been looking at.
“All done?” he asked a few seconds later.
“Yup. You?”
“Mhm.”
We both turned around. He gave me the up-down, which I guess in this case was okay since he was checking to see if the dress fit. Fine, it would have been okay either way. I wanted him to look at me.
