“So?” she prompts, growing impatient under my continued scrutiny.
“You look expensive,” I declare.
She glances down at herself, then back up at me, like she doesn’t know whether that’s a good or bad thing.Pretty fucking cute that she still can’t tell.
“Well, you should know. You paid for the dress,” she mumbles, smoothing the fabric and adjusting the way it drapes off her left hip, the slit cut criminally high to expose an obscene amount of leg when she walks.
“I wasn’t talking about the dress,” I say, winking.
Ava folds her arms over her chest, leveling me with a glare. “Do you want me to go with you to this thing or not?” she huffs.
I snort a laugh. “Cute that you think you have a choice, Doll.”
Her big brown eyes narrow in defiance. I love when she gets all indignant and offended– the sassy little attitude she puts on gets my dick hard. Ava opens her mouth like she’s ready to lob back some biting retort, but I push away from the wall and step toward her in my black-on-black tux, offering her my arm like a perfect gentleman.
“Shall we?” I ask smoothly, catching her off guard with the gesture.
She blinks like doesn’t know what to do at first, but then she rolls her eyes and takes my arm, allowing me to lead her out of her bedroom and down the hallway.
Wes and Raf are posted up on the sofa in the living room playing video games, but the click of Ava’s heels against the floor draws their attention. The two of them simultaneously turn to look as we emerge from the hall, eye-fucking the shit out of our pretty little Doll.
“Damn,” Wes growls, eager gray eyes raking over her form appreciatively. He flickers a glance my way, and there’s no mistaking the jealousy lurking behind his eyes.
Raf just looks pissed, silently stewing as he takes in how hot our girl looks, jaw set like stone.
“You sure you wanna spend the whole night at some stuffy gala?” Wes asks Ava, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
“Didn’t think I had a choice,” she scoffs. A smirk teases her ruby-painted lips as she glances up at me, batting her long lashes. “Besides, I’m already dressed.”
“Yeah, Wes, fuck off,” I growl, holding eye contact with Ava as I toss an arm over her shoulders and drag her in closer. “You ready to go, babe?”
“Mhmm,” she hums.
Placing a hand on the small of her back, I start steering her toward the door, calling back to my friends over my shoulder. “Don’t wait up!”
We make our way down to the ground floor of Sutton Hall, Ava holding tight to my arm to keep her balance on her heels. Rather than exiting through the back, like usual, we pass through the building to the front doors, stepping out to find a black town car waiting at the curb, engine idling.
Approaching the back door, I pull it open and motion for her to get in.
“After you, Doll,” I say, tipping my head.
Ava rolls her eyes as she brushes past me, ducking into the car and scooching across the seat. I slide in after her, glancing up at the driver as I close the door. He’s already got his orders as to where we’re going, so I just give him a nod to indicate we’re ready, then hit the button to roll up the partition.
As soon as the vehicle pulls away from the curb, I drop the whole gentleman act. I’m on Ava in an instant, pulling her across my lap and tucking a hand into the side slit of her gown to wrap around her thigh.
“Ford,” she breathes in surprise.
“Yeah, Ava baby?” I murmur, cruising my hand up higher until my fingers brush against something unexpected. Furrowing my brow, I shove the silk skirt of her dressaside, blinking at the nude compression shorts she’s wearing underneath. “What the fuck is this?” I growl.
She blushes instantly, batting my hand away as she tugs her dress down. “It’s just… Spanx,” she mumbles.
“I know what they are,” I say, leveling her with a glare. “Why the fuck are you wearing them?”
“To hold everything in.”
“Nah, fuck that,” I huff, shoving my hand back up under her dress. “Take that bullshit off.”
She squirms, trying to shift away. “No, I need them!”
