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“It’s understandable that you’d feel that way.”
“The good news is I found the perfect pair of high heels to go with my costume.”
“That is good news. Care to tell me what color they are?”
“Because you’re helping me to chill the hell out right now? Is this a trade-off or something?” I chuckled.
“Look at it however you want.”
“I’m still not telling you, Buchanan.”
He sighed but I could tell that he was smiling on the other end of the line.
“So tell me how you’re feeling at the moment,” he said.
“Calm, thanks to you. And I just pulled out of the parking lot.”
“Do you want me to come over? I know my parents would watch Malcolm for me.”
“No, you’re not waking him up. I’m fine. Really, Zac. Just talking to you like this is what I needed.”
Zac and I didn’t hang up until after I’d gone into my house and reset my alarm to “On.” I’d planned to try on my costume again along with my new pair of high heels but I wanted to have a Hendricks and tonic while I was getting vamped up, so I went into the kitchen and made one. Then I walked into my bedroom, turned on my portable speaker, pulled up “Lady Marmalade” on my Pandora app and pushed play.
Looking at myself now in the full-length mirror in my bedroom, I smiled. I knew that when Zac saw me tomorrow evening at Bash’s, he was going to smile that huge, dimpled smile of his and he was also going to get an instant hard-on. Then he was going to want to take me to bed. That was going to have to wait until after the party was over, though. Then I was going to play the role of one of New Orleans’ ladies of the evening just for Zac.
I knew him well enough to know how much he’d already been imagining that very thing happening—just like I had. This sexual playground of ours was so much fun, but I wanted to push the limits of it even more. There was a lot more that I wanted to dofor and to my lover and there was a lot more that I wanted him to do for and to me.
36
#monamour
Zac
IT WAS ALMOST8:30 p.m. and Stevie hadn’t made it to Bash’s party yet. It had started an hour ago, so I texted her to see if she was okay and she sent back a thumbs-up emoji plus “I’ll be there soon.” If I had to guess, it was taking Stevie longer to get in costume than she’d planned. No doubt, she was meticulous about dressing herself and wanted everything to be perfect.
I walked over to the bar and ordered another Hendricks and tonic. Like Bash had said he was going to do, he’d provided a full bar and hired a bartender, had a long buffet table of delicious-looking catered food, and hired a D.J. to play a mix of music. All the guests were mingling and enjoying this high-energy setting.
Bash’s back doors were French and he had them wide open, allowing the festivities to spill outside onto his back patio which was expansive. It was lit up with strings of white lights that stretched high across the perimeter, as well as red candles on the black tablecloths of all the tables that Bash had set up out there.
When I first arrived, I’d talked with some friends of his whom I’d met before and also met several women and men with whom I wasn’t acquainted. Everyone was in a great mood and happy to be here having a great time. Some of the womenwere wearing costumes I recognized from the ‘Lady Marmalade’ music video while some had gone with styles from the Moulin Rouge movie. There were also a few women dressed similarly to me, as well as some men in feminine attire, and they were all pulling off their looks like pros.
I was so anxious to see Stevie’s costume. She had kept it a big mystery all this time but I knew that whatever she’d picked out was going to be gorgeous on her because of her. My own costume was one Stevie had seen online, but she didn’t know I’d finally decided to go with it. I was really hoping she liked it on me.
My dress pants were light gray with thin black crisscrosses on them, my shoes were black, my shirt was white, my tie was black, my vest was crimson red, my tailcoat was black and also my gloves, and my top hat was light gray with a black band. I was even carrying a black cane and had on glasses with round crimson lenses in them. Surprisingly, my costume was very comfortable.
The bartender handed my drink to me and when I turned around, I did a doubletake and my breath caught in my throat. Stevie had just walked through Bash’s front door and was taking off her black cloak, revealing what she had on underneath. I lowered my glasses to get a better look at her, then saw Bash quickly end a conversation with one of his friends so he could run to greet Stevie, which he did with his arms flailing in pure excitement.
“Doll! Look at you!” he said as the two of them hugged.
Stevie handed Bash a gift bag which I knew contained a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado tequila. It was Bash’s favorite, which he indulged in only on special occasions, and I already knew that he’d be opening the bottle sometime tonight.
When Bash saw Stevie’s gift, he hugged her again, and just like when he’d seen what Stevie was wearing on the night of Brooke’s birthday party, he slowly spun her around so he couldlook atallof her. Stevie was giggling at Bash and the two of them had huge smiles on their faces.
I started walking toward them while my heart pounded inside my chest. Stevie was breathtaking and so damn sexy in her costume. She had on a crimson and black striped bodice that pushed up her breasts, making them appear even fuller than they already were. She was also wearing crimson satin short-shorts with black fishnet stockings underneath. There was a black-sequined garter on each thigh, and the black high heels she’d bought for this night couldn’t have been a better match for her costume.
Stevie was also wearing long black lace gloves that reached well beyond her elbows. On each of her wrists was a diamond bracelet that matched the diamond chain draped around her hips, the wide choker around her neck and her hoop earrings.
Stevie’s makeup was dark and dramatic and artistically done. Her pouty lips were crimson, her high cheekbones were contoured and her moody blue eyes appeared catlike with the black liner she’d applied. There were even little diamonds placed here and there around her eyes that she must’ve glued onto her skin.
