Page 231 of By His Play

I’ve been on a handful of dates over the years, but none of them have made me feel like this.

I’m buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

No one would guess that I’m going out with a man I’ve known almost all my life. They’d probably think I’m going on a first date with a stranger because of how nervous and giddy I am.

But I guess that’s the power of Kieran Callahan.

I let out a sigh as I rinse the conditioner from my hair.

Is this it?

Is tonight the beginning of something I didn’t even know I needed in my life until recently?

It’s funny how things can change so quickly.

One minute I was happy being his best friend, and then the next…

I shake my head in disbelief, my cheeks heating as I think about just how much time I’ve spent fantasizing about his body—his dick—recently.

I’ve never been truly infatuated with a guy in my life. Until now, it seems.

Wrapping myself in a towel, I wring my hair out before standing in front of the mirror, ready to make myself look my best.

Those butterflies go wild all over again as I think about what tonight might hold.

I apply my makeup before drying and curling my hair. For once, it behaves itself, and I’m happy with the soft waves that hang over my shoulders.

Happy with my appearance, I pad toward my wardrobe and pull out a box. Inside hides the most expensive and sexiest underwear I’ve ever owned.

Not only are they sexy as hell, but they’re also red and black.

Chiefs’ colors.

Reaching for the garments, I fasten the garter belt around my waist before pulling the stockings up my legs. They’re so thin and delicate, I don’t know how I don’t destroy them as I slide them on.

The panties—if you can call the scrap of fabric panties—are next, and then I reach for the bra.

I tried it on in the store the other afternoon, but I still gasp when I step in front of my full-length mirror.

“Holy shit.”

My tits look fantastic, and when I twist around, I must admit that my ass looks pretty good too.

This was definitely a good choice. Kieran is going to lose his mind when he undresses me later.

Happy with the outcome, I spin back to my closet to grab my dress.

It’s a classic little black dress that fits me like a second skin.

It isn’t something I would have chosen before. But then, I wasn’t going on a date with the Chicago Chiefs star running back before.

The temptation to go with a safe option when I was shopping was strong, but then I remembered Kieran’s reaction when we were dress shopping in St. Louis and I decided to think outside the box.

I really hope it pays off.

Gently, I remove it from the hanger, and I’m pulling the zipper down ready to step into it when there’s a loud bang from my living room.

My heart jumps into my throat, and without thinking about it, I race out to see what it was.

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