Page 77 of Catch You

“Like it would stop you.”

“Seriously,” she says, poking her head inside and looking around as if he’s going to magically appear, “the last thing I expected to find this morning was a naked man in your bed.”

I think back to what it felt like, having the hot skin of his body pressed up against mine, and my temperature soars. It’s damn good after so long.

“Trust me when I say I understand.” I let out a sigh as I continue staring ahead. “I don’t know what to wear.”

“Something easy.”

“Easy?”

“Yeah, you’ve snagged the guy now, so while you still want to look sexy, you need to ensure easy access at all times. Don’t make him work harder than necessary to get the goods.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “So, jeans are out, then.”

“Unless it’s a skirt or dress—panties optional—then yes, it’s out.” She comes to stand beside me. “This?”

I stare at the dress she pulled out.

“No, too dressy. We’re just hanging out at his place.”

“Okay, then … this?”

“Yeah, actually. That’s perfect.” I take the hanger from her and hold the full-length maxi dress against my body.

“It’s got a lot of fabric. I’m not sure how easy access that is,” she mutters.

“Ah, but you’re missing something.” Reaching down, I pull the split in the dress open.

“Ahhh … see, I was underestimating you,” she laughs, reclaiming her seat on the edge of my bed. “Honestly, I think you could probably turn up in a trash bag and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid. Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

“Um …” I bite down on my bottom lip. I know how itfeelswhen he looks at me. Chemistry and desire crackle between us, butterflies erupt in my belly, and things I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before happen between my legs. I might be a long way from a virgin after my former years, but no one back then ever turned me on like Corey. That was purely about escape; there was nothing more to it.

“Well, let me fill in those gaps for you. He wants you, girl, and I don’t mean just out of that dress. He might not want to admit it, but you’ve got that man under your spell.”

“We’ll see,” I say, taking a seat at my dressing table.

“You will. And then, you’ll teach me how you did it.”

“I didn’t do anything, B. I just fell into his lap. Literally.”

She thinks for a few moments. “As if sent from above.”

“Whatever,” I laugh. “What are your plans for the night?”

“Going to see the parentals. I was going to invite you before you had a better offer.”

I smile at the thought of her parents. I haven’t seen them in ages. “Aw, I wish I’d known.”

“Don’t even pretend you’d have blown off your hot date.” Okay, so she might have a point. “Anyway, you’ll see them at your ball in a few weeks.”

“They’re still coming?” I ask hopefully.

“Of course they are. They want to support you and your first big event.”

“Give them a hug from me.”

“I will. And I’ll even gladly fill them in on why you can’t attend. They’ll be thrilled you’re spending a night with a Brit between your legs.”

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