Page 101 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
Grace handed her the dress in her size. “That was forever ago. Why? Want to go again? It was good.”
“Yeah, we should go again sometime.” She went into the dressing room, pulled out her phone, and searched her calendar for the date of that dinner. Shit, shit, shit. Her period was almost a week late. But she’d been so busy—humping like bunnies—and maybe a little stressed, too, with the trip home and then Brett’s father’s visit.
“Hurry up, Cinderella,” Grace called from outside the dressing room.
“Coming.” She whipped off her clothes and tried on the dress. The classic sheath-style, sleeveless silhouette dress gathered at one hip and had a high neckline. There was a small slit just above the knee, which Brett would love. She put her hand over her belly and warmed with the idea of carrying her and Brett’s baby. She tried to remember if they’d ever had unprotected sex, and their shower tryst came back to her. She closed her eyes as memories of that incredible morning hit, followed by the sound of Brett’s voice. The last thing either of us needs is a kid.
Committing to a relationship was one thing, but a child?
“Soph, I’m dying out here,” Grace said.
Sophie closed her eyes, breathing deeply, and said, “Be right out.”
She stared in the mirror, telling herself she was being ridiculous. Her period was always three or four days early or late. She’d probably get it at the event tonight. She made a mental note to put tampons in her purse, smoothed the gorgeous dress over her hips, and decided not to worry unless she had to.
“TONIGHT, THOSE HEELS stay on,” Brett whispered into Sophie’s ear later that evening as they sat in the theater awaiting the start of the musical.
Shivers of anticipation rippled through her. Getting dressed around Brett was as much fun as getting undressed. He was the handsiest, most sensual and loving man Sophie had ever known, which meant getting anywhere on time took advance planning. But tonight, as they’d dressed for the musical, she’d been running late, and she’d had to deny his advances. They’d made out in the car on the way over, but she’d had to cut that short, too. We already made your family wait in the hall before the football game. If we’re late tonight we’ll forever be known as the nymphomaniacs who can’t control ourselves. He’d promptly bit her neck and growled, What’s wrong with that? It’d be true.
Now, as Adeline bounced excitedly in her seat, chatting about the upcoming show, and Brett’s brothers and sisters-in-law surrounded them in the otherwise empty theater, the tips of Brett’s fingers moved into the slit on her dress brushing her thigh. She put her hand over his and glared at him. Suddenly Grace’s joke didn’t seem like such a bad idea.
She leaned closer and whispered, “Maybe we can find a dark corner of the theater at intermission.”
His eyes glistened with wicked intent as the theater lights dimmed.
“It’s starting!” Adeline said loudly, clapping. She was adorable in a fancy pink dress with white bows in her hair. She leaned closer to Brett and said, “I can’t wait to get up onstage! We’re going to look pretty up there!”
He put his arm around Adeline and said, “Maybe after the show.”
“This was such a great idea,” Sophie said to Brett. “You might have inspired a future actress.”
“And you inspired me to finally live my life to the fullest,” he said as the curtains opened and the show began.
THE MUSICAL WAS incredible, clearly designed for children, but with enough humor and vague romantic elements to keep Sophie and everyone else riveted to the stage. When the curtain came down at intermission, everyone clapped, and Adeline jumped up and down in front of her seat, making them all laugh, which made Sophie realize she had to pee.
“I’m going to run to the ladies’ room,” she said to Brett.
Adeline grabbed Brett’s hand and said, “Now, Uncle Bretty? Now can we go up onstage?”
“Give me a second, monkey. Then we’ll see if we can find our friend Grace and ask if it’s all right to take a peek.” He turned to Sophie and said, “Want me to walk you out?”
