Page 44 of The Wrong Sister

“So, um, Catherine, I have something I should probably tell you. Should have already told you, I mean.” She looks at me expectantly and I exhale loudly, squeezing my eyes shut. “Griffin and I are…kind of together. The date on Friday is with him.”

“Really?” She squeals and hugs me, knocking my spoon out of my hand.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Everyone except him knew he and I should not have been dating! We had one awkward, terrible kiss. It shouldn’t even count as anything. Are you like for-real dating? How long? What’s it been like? What has happened? Tell me everything!”

“Whoa! That’s a lot. Important fact: this might not be a conversation for the patio of the gelato place.”

“That juicy?! Get it, Meens!”

We finish up our desserts and go back to Catherine’s, talking the whole time. I tell hereverything. The crush, the kiss, the sex, my office…everything.

“How did I not know you’ve been into him all this time?”

“I was embarrassed! And talking about it would have driven home the fact that I felt like there was zero chance of him ever reciprocating.”

“But hedoesreciprocate!” She bumps me with her shoulder.

That went so much more smoothly than I deserve. How did I get this lucky? I get to kiss Griffin, I found the perfect dress for Friday, and Catherine is supportive and sweet! I hope this isn’t the point when the other shoe drops. It does have the feel of ‘things are going too well for Mina.’ I don’t want to consider which of the good things in my life can go wrong.

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I have thoroughly enjoyed planning this date. It’s crazy how different it is when you can’t stop thinking about the other person, when your only goal is to make them happy, and you’re excited about the prospect of spending time together. As soon as I saw their ad pop up on Instagram, I knew we had to go.

When I arrive home from work, there’s a small box leaning against my door. Taking it inside, I put my briefcase away and unwrap it. There’s a silvery tie inside with a subtle sheen and a note.

This time, there’s no debating what level of grooming I can get away with or what I should wear. Mina is worth the effort. I shower off the work day, shave, and put on a dark suit. Unsurprisingly, Mina has great taste. The tie is perfect with my suit and it feels good wearing it, knowing she picked it out for me. I only wish I had thought to buy her something. Rookie mistake. I make a mental note to do better next time.

I don’t have any nerves as I ride up the elevator to her floor, only excitement. This date is going to wow her. I feel cool and confident—until she opens her door.

“Fucking fuck, Mina!”

She smirks at me and does a slow turn so I can take her in from all angles. I don’t know what this kind of dress is called, but I do know it’s some kind of fashion wizardry.

This dress.

This. Fucking. Dress.

It’s made to look like there are strips of fabric wrapping around her body and long seams accentuating the unreal curves from her hips to her thighs and I might be in danger of drooling on my new tie.

“How do your tits look this good? Please tell me, at the very least…” She’s now showing me the back, watching over her shoulder, and I groan. “Of course not. Of course those seams are on the back too. And there’s a slit? A slit in the back, Mina?” I can’t help myself, I slide my hands over her incredible ass, displayed to perfection in this deep purple gift wrapping.

“Oh, so you approve, Mr. Simms?” She arches one dark brow, her full lips, painted a purple so dark its almost black, pursed. I take her hand and press it to the front of my pants.

“You tell me, Miss Brookner.”

“Mmmm, it is going to be a very…hard night, isn’t it?”

“I’m questioning my ability to be out, in public, with you looking like this.” Her smile has a dangerous edge to it and she hasn’t taken her hand off my cock. Taking her now doesn’t sound nearly as appealing as anticipating it all night, teasing until neither of us can wait any longer. “Maybe we could call Catherine and she could talk to us about tax laws?”

She laughs and steps back to reach for her purse and close her door.

“Rude. But accurate. There is nothing sexy about taxes. Let’s avoid hurting her feelings though. Or interrupting. I think she might be…busy tonight.”

“Intriguing.” I bend low to kiss her neck, pausing to fill my lungs with her. “In the interest of being kind to Catherine, I think I can make it through tonight, as long as you’re aware that the moment we’re back, I’m done being a gentleman.”

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