Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Yes. There’s a place in Midtown you can go. Hathaway Haberdashery. They should be able to help you out.”
He pockets his phone. “Oh, yeah. I’m familiar. I sort of know the owner.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You know Maddox Hathaway? The Maddox Hathaway?”
“He’s more of a friend of a friend. But yeah, I didn’t know they did rentals.”
“It’s a new program. One of my anchors rents from them all the time. They’re good quality, and they have every size. If you have an in with the owner, that’s all the better.”
“Then I won’t even bother calling them. Maddox will see me, no question.” He pockets his phone and plunks himself down on the couch. Dodo immediately hops up next to him and rubs her head against his thigh. He runs his hand over the length of her back, and she arches against him.
“Dodo likes you. That isn’t always the case, especially with guys.”
“I’m honored.” He flashes me another smile that could melt me into a puddle.
I suppress a quiver. “I’ll… I’ll leave you to it. If you’d like, feel free to watch something on the TV. I’ve got all the regular streaming channels.”
“Perfect.” He glances back at me, his eyes searing into me. “Don’t take too long.”
“I won’t.” I blow him a kiss—yes, I actually blow him a kiss like I’m in a Victorian nursery school—and step into my bedroom.
At first I think of locking the door, but I don’t have to. I intuitively trust Aus. I kick off the silver tennis shoes and strip off my work clothes, tossing them in the bin that I’ll take to the dry cleaners. I’ll bring a new backup outfit to work on Monday in case of any more unexpected sleepovers.
Of course, I won’t be spending any more nights with a man who isn’t Aus.
Aus!
I haven’t texted Micaela to let her know I’ll be cashing in my plus-one for the night.
I hope it’s not too late. It would be shitty of me to invite him and then not be able to take him. And this isn’t an event I can flake out of. It is a good cause.
I’m a big enough person to admit I also desperately want to rub Aus in Micaela’s smug face. Especially after her condescending little “you’ll find someone” speech.
That’s not the main reason I want to bring him, but it’s a delicious bonus.
My phone is in the other room, and I’m completely naked.
No matter. I’ll throw on a robe. I have a beautiful satin one in mossy green. I’ll slip in and grab my phone. Aus probably won’t even see me. He’s probably watching something on the TV.
I wrap the robe around myself, barely concealing my bouncy tits, when I open the door to my bedroom.
And I freeze in my tracks.
Because Aus is standing right at my door, his fist frozen in the air as if he was about to knock.
He looks down at my bosom.
And his jaw drops.
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AUS
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Thea is in a teeny-tiny robe that barely covers the top of her thighs. Her boobs are spilling out of it, and her mouth opens slightly as she realizes I’m standing at her bedroom door.
“I… I was just going to ask for your code. To get into your Rainbow Unlimited account,” I say.
Rainbow Unlimited is the new streaming service everyone is subscribing to these days. True to their name, they have programming for everyone. Black or white, straight or gay, male or female. It’s catered to everyone.
To discourage password sharing, though, they require that a four-digit code be sent to the subscriber’s phone every time you log in.
“I swear to God I wasn’t just standing at your door,” I continue after a pause. “I mean I was, but I… I wasn’t listening in or anything.”
She blinks several times. “Of course not.”
Her eyes wander south.
Fuck it all. I’m hard as a rock.
And she can see it.
She swallows. “My phone’s out in the kitchen. I need to text my coworker anyway and…um…let her know you’re coming with me to the gala tonight.”
I nod slowly. “Right.”
“I’ll give you the code too.”
“Okay.”
I get out of her way, and she crosses over to the kitchen, grabs her phone, and quickly drafts a message. The whoosh from the phone as the message gets sent is the only sound echoing through the kitchen besides our breathing.
All I want right now is to rip that robe off her.
I bet she’s so tight.
And her tits? God, I could get lost in them.
I already knew they were big. Her dress last night was extremely flattering. But seeing them nearly exposed in this robe… They’re even bigger than I thought.
Fuck. Me.
She’s gorgeous.
She has to get ready, though.
But she said she could be late.
She’s not moving.
I lean in ninety percent of the way. If she wants to kiss me back, she’s going to have to move forward the other ten percent.