Page 66 of Brassy Bigwig

Dimitrios: Stin timi mu.

Me: I’m assuming that means yes.

Dimitrios: On my honor.

Me: I’m holding you to it. In the meantime, Shelby and I are almost finished at Alexander McQueen, and we’re heading to Delray for lunch.

Dimitrios: Did you find something you like there?

Me: Yes, actually. A sexy little number I’m planning on wearing tonight.

Dimitrios: Can I have a sneak peek?

A sly smile stretches across my face as I consider his request.

“I’m going to go change so we can pay and get out of here,” I inform Shelby.

Not waiting for her response, I walk back into the dressing room and take another look at myself in the mirror. Pulling the dress up a little, I let a sliver of my baby blue thong—courtesy of D’s clothing delivery—show. I flip my phone around and point it at the fabric between my legs, making sure to get just a hint of the dress fabric in, too.

I pull the pic up from my library and make sure it looks okay. You can see a lot of the dress from the angle I took it at, so I crop most of it out, making sure D will still be able to identify what he’s looking at. Then I send it off to him in another text message.

Me: Until tonight…

I don’t wait for him to respond before tossing my phone back into my purse and slipping out of the dress. Once I’m fully clothed again, Iwalk out into the store.

“All set?” Shelby asks.

“Yes, let’s go eat. I’m starving.”

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Dimitrios: I pulling up out front now.

Me: I can’t wait to see you.

Dimitrios: You too, théa.

“Is he here?” Shelby questions as I slip my phone back into my clutch and place it on the table in front of us.

“Yes!” I squeal. “I can’t wait for him to see me in this dress.”

“You’ll be lucky if you make it out of here without him tearing it off of you.”

“Seriously, though. What’s up with that? I’m not going to say I don’t like it, but at the rate he’s going, I’m going to run out of clothing.”

I take a sip of my drink and watch as Reed places his arm around Shelby. I’m really happy for them. Shelby deserves a nice guy for once.

“Reed, do you like to do that?” I ask him to get a guy’s perspective.

“Do what?”

“Rip Shelby’s clothes off in the heat of passion?” I giggle.

His eyes dilate slightly, and I can tell he’s thinking about it. He turns away to hide his reaction but re-enters the conversation pretty smoothly.

“There’s never any time. You know how quickly she can strip out of her clothing.”

“Touché, Reed,” I laugh. “Touché.”

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