Page 51 of Slapshot
“Oh, no. I don’t have anything to wear.”
I couldn’t wait until the day when there wasn’t a ‘her house’ and a ‘my house’, but at least this problem was easily solved.
After I’d changed into a suit and sent a heads up text, we drove the couple of streets to Oscar and Mia’s place. While Mia and Blair disappeared into the bedroom, Oscar and I had a beer and shot the shit.
A feminine throat clearing pulled our attention to Mia standing in the doorway several minutes later. Her arms were crossed, and a smug grin tugged at her cheeks.
“She’s ready.”
I shot to my feet as Blair came around the corner and—Oh God, I was hard. She wore a form fitting cream dress that stopped mid-thigh with a neckline that perfectly framed her collarbones. Her usually wild curls had been pulled back into a fancy twist, and behind her glasses, her eyes looked bigger than normal, the toffee color standing out against the purple shadow on her lids. She’d told me she didn’t wear eye makeup because she couldn’t see well enough to put it on. Mia fixed that. The shy smile on her face told me she was happy with the results.
“What do you think?” Mia asked, knocking my shoulder and settling into Oscar’s arms.
“It’s hard to improve on perfection, but you look stunning.”
Blair’s cheeks reddened as she dropped her gaze to the floor. “You know? I actually feel it.”
“Ow!” Oscar rubbed at his chest. A mock scowl pinched his brow as he eyed his wife. “Vicious. Next time you’re excited, how about a kiss?”
“Not until we’re out the door. Wait, just one thing.” I pulled her hair loose, encouraging those riotous curls to settle around her head.
“Perfect. Thank you, Mia. We’ll see you guys later.”
While Blair was in with Mia, I’d reserved a table at Yujo, a high-end Japanese restaurant that had won just about every award there was in fine dining.
“I hope I don’t get soy sauce on this dress,” Blair murmured as we parked out front.
“I promise, I’ll replace it if you do.”
The restaurant seemed to be doing a steady business as we were shown to a table at the back as per my reservation request.
“There are people looking at us,” she murmured through a tight smile as we took our seats.
“They don’t matter. Focus on me.”
By the time our meals arrived, she had forgotten about everyone else in the restaurant.
“No way could Crosby have beaten Messier,” she shouted, outrage written across her face. “Are you crazy?”
I chuckled and held out my hands.
She huffed, flopping back into her seat dramatically. “I don’t think I can be on this date anymore.”
I grinned at her as the waiter brought over new plates. “Not even if I bribe you with mochi?”
“I’ll allow it,” she teased with a roll of her eyes. She bit into the pillowy dessert with a sigh, a private smile tipping up her lips. This had been a great idea.
“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” I told her as I reached for a second mochi. These things were amazing.
“Me too.”
Under the dim lights of the restaurant, she glowed with a kind of confidence I prayed would still be there in the morning.
The only thing I knew for sure was that I’d be the guy lucky enough to be there to see it.
Blair
My skin was hot.Zings of pleasure zipped through my veins as I moaned, sliding a leg up over the sheets to give deeper access to the body on top of me. Without bothering to open my eyes, I arched my back, making room for the hand that slipped between my belly and the sheets and worked its way down to stroke lazy circles over my clit.
