“Nothin’ wrong with Hanes,” I said, “but there also ain’t nothin’ wrong with some nice lingerie.”
She climbed out of the truck, and then glanced back at me when I made no move to get out and go in with her. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“You gonna let me watch?” I said with a smirk.
“Watch? No, I don’t think so. That wouldn’t be appropriate out in public.”
“I figured I’d just make you and everyone else in there uncomfortable if I went in,” I admitted.
She hesitated a bit more. “Just come in with me. Into the store,” she clarified with an eye roll, as I started to open my mouth to make a comment, “notthe changing room.”
I closed the windows, shut off the truck, and followed her in. I stood near her as she discussed what she wanted with the saleslady, and then I followed her around as she perused the shelves. The saleslady came back with a handful of garments, all lacy and slinky and sexy.
As Eva moved toward the changing rooms, I remarked, “I didn’t take you for the lacy lingerie type, honestly.”
“I know. Most people probably wouldn’t.” She glanced back at me, lifting up the handful of bras and panties. “I started wearing this stuff when I was a teenager, because it was one of the few things I could choose for myself and no one was ever the wiser. Everything else was always very tightly controlled by my parents. Underwear?ThatI could choose for myself, at least. So I chose this kind of thing as an act of rebellion, and because underwear like this makes me feel…I don’t know. Sexy. Like, if I’m wearing this stuff, just for me, I feel like I’m still someone a man would want, if he knew I was wearing it.”
“Meaning you feel like no man would want you, otherwise?”
“Not really. Just that all the guys I’ve met are only interested in sex, politics, and money, and how they can get those three things out of me, rather than being interested inmefor me.”
“Can I just take this opportunity to remind you that while Iaminterested in sex, that’s notallI’m interested in? And that I have zero interest in money or politics?”
She smirked at me. “I do appreciate the reminder, but I’m not in any danger of forgetting that you’re in no way like any other man I’ve ever met.” Her gaze raked over me. “In more than one regard.”
I laughed, and jerked a thumb at the changing rooms. “Go try that shit on so we can go eat.”
She took a step away, and then paused, turned back to me, and held out her hand. “Let me see your cell phone.”
Without hesitating, I slid it out of my pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to her. “Here ya go.”
“Thanks. I’ll give it back when I’m done.”
“Done? With what?”
She shrugged a shoulder and turned away, her hair flipping in my face. “You’ll see.”
I’d said I was an open book, but I was a permanently single guy, and thus had a rather elaborate spank-bank stash of photos, videos, and websites in various places on my phone. I wasn’t going to pretend like it wasn’t mine if she happened to find it somehow, but it could also lead to a weird conversation, since I wasn’t sure what she thought about porn. I figured she’d be horrified if she saw it, but seeing as I was wrong about the kind of underwear she liked, I could be wrong about that. A guy could hope, you know?
She was gone for a good ten minutes, and then emerged with the garments, strode directly to the cash register, paid for everything with a swipe of a card, and led the way out to the truck. I got in, started it up, and headed out.
“Where to?” I asked.
She shrugged. “The B and B real quick? We can drop off all the bags and I can change.”
“You still using my phone?”
She smirked at me. “Yep.” And that was all she said.
“Okayyyyy.” I shrugged. “You’re being awful mysterious all of a sudden.”
She eyed me sidelong. “You got something on your phone you’re worried about me seeing, Baxter?”
Uh-oh. She’d found something. I shrugged, nonchalant, even though I was feeling a little…nervous. “I don’t have anything to hide, no. Nothing I’m ashamed of.”
I just didn’t want to alienate her this soon, since I really liked her. Like, not just because she had great tits, an incredible ass, and had given me the best handjob of my entire life—which, by the way, included every blowjob I’ve ever gotten. I genuinely liked her, as a person, aside from the raging inferno that was my sexual attraction to her. If she was anti-porn and had stumbled across some of my saved sites or the photos girls I’d hooked up with had sent me, it’d be over before it even got started.
She just gave me that odd little smirk again. “Okay, if you say so.”
