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“I really think we should.”
I drop two ice cubes into the glass and open the bottle of Scotch from the minibar. “No.”
She huffs. “Stop being a dick.”
“Because I don’t want to blow almost twenty million dollars on a house we don’t need? We have a house, Holly.” And I’m beginning to think she is the one who reached out to our realtor and not the other way around.
“Ugh!” She scoffs. “When will you be home?”
“Sunday.”
“Fine. Enjoy your whore.” She hangs up without another word. I down the drink in one swallow, hoping it can stop the anger from bubbling up inside me. My phone begins to vibrate and without looking I groan because what now?
When I look down and see Marissa’s name across the screen, I feel like the entire weight of the world has been lifted and I’m already smiling when I answer. “Miss me?”
“Oh shit,” she says. “I did not mean to call you.” I can’t tell if she’s messing with me or not so I go with it.
“Oh, no worries. I’ll let you go.”
“Wait!” she says with a huff. “You’re no fun. Do you think you can help me with something?”
“Name it.”
“Can you come to my room?”
I’m moving towards the door before the sentence is fully out of her mouth. I knock on her door and notice she’s ended our call before she opens the door. My heart immediately takes off as I take her in, my eyes dragging over her barely clothed body. “I’m just not sure what to wear.” She winces. I notice she’s already done her makeup and her hair looks curlier than it did earlier, dusting the tops of her shoulders every time she moves.
“Hopefully more than that,” I say as I follow her into the room. I do my best to adjust my dick when she turns around and I notice the string between her cheeks. She’s only wearing a bra that’s basically sheer and matching underwear that look like they’re being held together by strings. Now that we are in a better light, I can almost make out her bare slit behind the sheer fabric. “If you’re putting on a fashion show, mind if I make a drink?” I ask her as I make my way to the bar and pour a larger drink than I did earlier before sitting on the couch in front of the king-sized bed I wanted to be in with her. Now.
She pulls on a red dress first. Tight. Short. Highlighting her tits and her gorgeous legs. I wanted to rip it off of her with my teeth. I spin my index finger in a circle indicating I wanted her to turn around. She does and god, even her ass is perfect. I’d yet to meet a woman I couldn’t decide what part of her I loved best. Usually, it was obvious. Breasts, ass, legs, smile, eyes. With Marissa, I really can’t tell and they all seem to come second to her sense of humor.
“Are you staring at my ass?” she says, and when I look up her eyes are narrowed and laced with humor.
“It was staring at me first,” I say before I take another sip. “I like it, what else?” She picks another dress off the bed and holds it up. It’s a jade green, longer and backless. “Let’s see it then.” She pulls the red dress off, and when she bends over with her back to me, I let my head drop to the back of the couch because there’s a good chance, we are not making it to dinner if she keeps this up.
“Okay.” She moves her hips from side to side. “What about this one?”
It fits her like a glove and makes her look like some kind of mermaid goddess. “You’re gorgeous in everything.” I rub my mouth. “I think I like the red one better though.”
She smiles. “Okay, last one.” She pulls on a champagne-colored dress that has tiny straps and is a little looser than the red but just as short and has flecks of gold that highlight her warm brown skin.
“That one,” I tell her as I stand up, not wanting to wait another second to have my hands on her. I wrap my arms around her and let my hands slide down to cup her round ass. “You have fun tormenting me?”
“I just needed a third opinion.” She lets her fingers trail up my chest to wrap around my neck.
“I wasn’t the second?”
“No, I talked to my sister.”
“What did she say?”
“The gold.”
“She know you’re here with me?”
“Yes, news travels fast in the Collins family. My mom called her.” She pulls out of my grasp to reach for a pair of shoes. “She obviously didn’t tell my mom anything, but she suspected it was you and she called to confirm.” She pulls on her shoes and holds her arms out. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“I am not.” I chuckle, looking down at myself. “You want to come watch me change? I don’t have multiple outfits for you to choose from but I’ll still make it worth your while.”
