Page 31 of Love Is Ale You Need

Dessa

Come over to my house. I have a few dresses that will fit you perfectly.

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After bringing Abby next door to Marcie’s apartment, the next hour is spent getting ready. Half the time was figuring out how to get the dress to lay perfectly over one shoulder while not exposing my left breast. Thankfully, Dessa also gave me some double-sided tape which seemed to do the trick. While standing in front of the full-length mirror, I continue to fidget with the dress. There’s a reason why I don’t wear these on the regular and the spandex tight fabric on my hips is one of them. I shimmy the hem an inch down my thighs, but it's useless, it immediately slides back up. He better appreciate the outfit because come tomorrow my feet with hate me from the three-inch heels. A knock on my front door startles me and I spin around. With one last glance in the mirror, I stroll down the hallway and into the kitchen. My hands rest on the cool wood as I peer through the peephole. My lips split into an enormous grin. I don't even fight to contain it. I grip the doorknob and pull it open.

THIRTEEN

NO PERSON TO PERSON CONTACT

Rylee

Trey’s eyes darken from steely gray to almost black. His lips part as his gaze starts at the black off the shoulder relaxed upper bodice then drifts down to the fitted skirt and eventually lands on the nude pumps, all courtesy of Dessa.

“You’re absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Thank you.” A soft smile covers my lips. His compliment, mixed with the way he can’t stop staring, makes mefeelbeautiful. Something Kyle rarely said to me. I shove the thought away. My date with Trey doesn’t need to be filled with thoughts of my ex. “Let me grab my wallet and we can go. So, what’s our plan?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Well, that’s entirely up to you.” He reaches inside his charcoal gray suit jacket and pulls out two plain white envelopes, fanning them out in front of him. “You get to pick our date. Pick a card and that’s what we’re doing.”

I peer at him and then at the envelopes, a smile tugging at my lips. Bending down, I examine them, hoping to discover they’re semi-transparent, but nothing. I pinch my fingers over the one on the right and pull it from his grasp. I hold it out to him, and he lifts the flap, pulls out a card, reads it, then shoves it back inside.

“What does it say?” I ask eagerly.

A boyish grin covers his face. “That’s part of the surprise.”

Once at his SUV, Trey moves a manilla folder from his passenger seat. “Can we make a quick detour before our date? I need to drop these papers off with an agent.”

“Of course.”

“It will be quick. Then we can continue with what’s really important. Our date.” He reaches across the center console and links his fingers with mine.

“Really, it’s okay.”

My stomach does somersaults as thoughts of the last time I was in Trey’s SUV flash through my mind. In the backseat to be exact, as his cock stretched me, sliding in and out. The way he sucked on my heated skin. My nipples pebble underneath my dress and I rub my legs together to release some of the tension.

From the corner of his eyes, Trey glances over at me. “Are you all right over there? You’re squirming in your seat.”

“Yeah. Fine,” I choke out.I’m not thinking about you pulling the car over and us hopping in the backseat so I can live out my thoughts.It’s not normal for me to want to ride his cock like a pogo stick every time he’s near. In need of a distraction, I force my attention out the window, so I can stop daydreaming about sex with the hot as sin guy next to me.

Trey heads south and pulls into a new housing development. Empty lots and half-built houses pass by us until he pulls onto a dirt driveway. Near the fully erect house, two cars are parked parallel to the building, but one piques my interest.

The SUV comes to a stop kiddy corner to the two vehicles. He pulls the folder off the dash. “I’ll be right back.”

I nod.

After the door closes behind him, I squint hoping for a better look at the older dark blue truck. It’s eerily similar to the one that followed me the other night. I rise in my seat needing a better view, mostly to see if it’s missing a passenger side mirror but it’s too hard to tell. My hand rests on the door handle ready to step out and check, but Trey emerges from the house.

He climbs in and reverses out of the driveway. “Thanks for waiting.”

I chuckle. “Where was I going to go?”

“I don’t know.” He turns toward me, a grin on his face. “High tail it across the field over there.”

“If I wasn’t wearing these heels, it might be a different story.” I toy with the hem of my dress, contemplating mentioning the truck to Trey. “Do you know whose truck that was?”

“Henry Wilcox. He purchased the property. Do you know him?”

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