Page 42 of Curious
That’s perfectly reasonable. So why does it hurt when he says it?
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The following Friday night, Shelby texts me.
Shelby
The office happy hour is going to One tonight. Want to come? Drinks and dancing?
I’ve been to One before, since it’s the Weston & Ramirez hangout.
Camden
Sure, although I’m not sure I’m up for dancing
Shelby
I’ll come home after work and pick you up. We’ll go together
Camden
Sounds like a plan
Shelby walks in a little after five and claps his hands. “Come on! Get dressed!”
I look down at my jeans and T-shirt. “I am dressed.”
He clucks his tongue. “Not for a club, you aren’t. Hang on. Let me get ready, and then I’ll help you.”
I shrug and go to my room, thinking I might have a button-down shirt that could work. Ten minutes later, I’m sitting on my bed dejectedly looking at my limited wardrobe when my husband walks into the bedroom.
He looks utterly edible.
Shelby’s wearing a tight fuchsia T-shirt in a metallic fabric. It’s also see-through. He’s paired painted-on white jeans with pointy silver shoes. He’s put on a little eyeliner and some lip gloss, and it’s all I can do to not grab him.
“Holy shit,” I yelp.
“What?” Shelby looks around.
“No, it’s you. You look amazing,” I say. I’m still hobbling, so he comes over and straddles my lap, which I don’t know how he manages in those pants. They must have some stretch or something.
He nuzzles my neck. “God, you smell good.”
“So do you. I want to kiss you, but I don’t want to mess up your makeup.”
“Eh. I’ll reapply.” And he kisses me while I palm his ass.
Once we break apart, I groan. “I thought you wanted to go out tonight.”
Shelby gives me one more kiss, then gets up. “Okay, so … need some help?”
I nod. “I’m pretty much jeans and T-shirts.”
“That’s okay,” he says. “I like that look on you. But let’s put you in one that’s more fitted than usual. Okay?”
“Whatever you want.”
He digs in my dresser and pulls out a plain black V-neck T-shirt that’s on the smaller side, and I put on my best jeans and a heavy belt.
