Page 65 of Brassy Bigwig

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHLOE

This might be the best girls’ day Shelby and I have ever had. Made perfect mostly by D, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s footing the bill. The confidence I have when I am with him hasn’t wavered once since I left him this morning to pick up Shelby. Even she can sense the difference.

“If you don’t get that dress, I’m going to smack you.”

I smile at Shelby’s threat as I twirl around in front of the large mirror outside of the dressing rooms of Alexander McQueen on Madison Avenue. I found a very short, very tight, red cocktail dress adorned with intricate beadwork.

It’s sexy, it’s not something I would normally wear, and D is going to die when he sees me in it.

“Oh, I’m totally getting this dress. I think I’ll wear it tonight, too.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with my conservative, stick-in-the-mud best friend?”

I stop staring at myself and turn to face her.

“I have no idea. I thought I left her back in Greece. Being with D again, I feel like he has awoken this primal seductress inside of me. I’m telling you, Shel. I think he’s good for me.”

“I’ll say,” she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“What?” I urge her to tell me what she’s not saying.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong, I like this version of you. She doesn’t have a stick up her ass, but I don’t want you to change everything for this guy. You’ve known of each other for over a month, yes, but you still don’t know him.”

“No, you’re right. I don’t want to change who I am because of D, and I’m not. I promise. Not fully anyway. I do like that I feel more relaxed around him. It’s nice giving someone else control for once.”

“You’re right about that. Reed is quiet on the surface, but he’s completely take-charge in the bedroom, and let me just say, c'est manifique.”

She finishes her thought by kissing her fingertips, like a chef might do when they nail the flavor of their dish.

“Really? I never would have thought that. I know I’ve only spoken to him a handful of times, but he seems so… introverted.”

“It threw me for a loop at first, too. But yeah, he’s surprisingly domineering, telling me which position he wants me in, talking dirty with me… damn. I need to stop or else I’ll have to cut our day short to go fuck his brains out.”

I smile at her and realize I wouldn’t be upset about that. It would allow me to go do the same.

“I’m starving,” I tell her, as I unzip the dress I have on. “Where do you want to go eat?”

“What about Delray? I’m kind of in the mood for seafood, and I don’t want to eat anything too heavy.”

“Okay, I’ll text D and let him know.”

D asked that I give him a heads up of our whereabouts so he can contact each place and give them his credit card information so Shelby and I don’t have to pay for anything. When I pull out my phone, I see I have another text waiting from him. He’s had my number since Dex gave it to him, but he finally gave me his in return this morning. We’ve been texting back and forth all morning, sending crude messages and talking about how much we miss one another.

Dimitrios: Feel free to send me a picture or two of the outfits you’re buying. Or one while you’re undressed… in front of the mirror… hand between your legs…

My cheeks heat, and my clit starts throbbing again.

Me: You’re making it harder and harder to continue girls’ day. I’d rather have your hand between my legs.

Dimitrios: That can be arranged…

Me: It will have to wait until tonight, but I wouldn’t mind going round two in the bathroom with you.

Dimitrios: Don’t tempt me. This time, there will be no stopping it, no matter how much you’ve had to drink.

Me: Promise?

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