Page 75 of With Us

“What did I promise?”

“A check. Abigone.” He tapped the screen. “Which Rosa already sent.”

Relaxing, Theo gave my hip a squeeze. “How does a night of champagne and talking with boring people sound?”

“Am I with you?”

His lips tipped up. “The whole time.”

“Then perfect.”

I don’t think any amount of accessorizing will make my green dress gala acceptable. And the last Pinterest experiment was a massive fail.

Theo kissed my shoulder. “You hungry?”

“Yeah, I was going to fix a sandwich. Do you want one?”

He shook his head. “We’re wrapping up now, if you wanted to go grab dinner instead?”

“That sounds good. I’ll get changed.”

Theo’s grip tightened on my hips. He pulled me back so I could feel his hard cock against my ass before lifting me to stand, all in one smooth motion. “I’ll be up in a few.”

With a quick goodbye, I left the room and headed upstairs. I stripped off my bathing suit, hanging it to dry. I eyed the jet tub in Theo’s en suite bathroom before deciding to go the quicker route with the shower. Since the shower also had one of those waterfall walls and jets that shot out to hit my back, it wasn’t exactly a sacrifice.

Once I was clean, I had to force myself to turn off the water and leave. If it weren’t for my growling stomach, I probably wouldn’t have had the willpower. Wrapping a towel around my chest, I did a light sweep of makeup, kicking myself as I realized I’d forgotten to pack a few things.

Walking into a closet that was bigger than my kitchen, Theo’s clothes were on one side. Sexy and tailored dress shirts, suits, and slacks were pressed and hung according to color. Tall stacked bins held his casual wear, pajamas, and boxer briefs.

The clothes I’d brought took up four hangers and a quarter of a bin on the other side. Adding the clothes Theo had gotten me, though, meant I had a fifth of the rack and almost a full bin.

Other than the pajamas I’d worn for about thirty seconds before he’d stripped them off, the bathing suits were the only thing I’d had a reason to wear. I hadn’t even looked at most of the other things that closely since his housekeeper, Ms. Jones, had put them all away.

He had a housekeeper.

Part-time only, but still.

I’d yet to meet her, but considering how quickly things got done, she was efficient.

Excitedly, I flicked through the hanging clothes. Halfway through was a sleeveless, white crop top and skirt set that made me gasp.

Literally gasp.

Made with an insanely soft white material, there were watercolor-esque splotches of pale pink, blue, and green splattered on it. They kind of looked like flowers, but not. Actually, it almost looked like a piece of artwork that should be hanging on display.

Maybe I can wear this to the gala thing.

Dropping my towel, I put on a bra and panties. I pulled the skirt on, zippered it, and immediately began trying to tug it down. The length was fine, if a smidge short. But I wasn’t used to the high waist, and I didn’t know how I felt about it. When I added the top, however, I knew.

I loved it.

Only a small patch of skin was exposed between the two pieces. Putting on my flip flops, I turned to the mirror and my fashion high crashed.

Shoes were shoes. I lived in comfortable work shoes, ballerina flats, and flip flops. I hadn’t owned a pair of heels in my life.

But this outfit deserved heels. The flip flops looked like I was having a fashion crisis. Again.

Sighing, I took off the outfit and grabbed a pair of white cuffed shorts. I tried them on and was surprised at how perfectly they fit, cupping my ass in a flattering way. Looking at the last few things that were hanging, I grabbed a pale green, off the shoulder tee. I knew it was the right choice when I tried it on. The shimmery material was thin and clingy, hugging my breasts and still showing a peek of skin above my waistband. I dug through my bin but couldn’t find a thick strapped tank.

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